About My Room

Okay, I'm a bit of a hypocrite complaining about my mother's untidyness regarding refrigerators. But there was a reason to that, I mean, hello! We're talking about food here. And thus, like Yukiko commented, I should most definitely begin to clean out the refrigerator on my own, before something crawls out of it. You can never know what excessive rotting can do to vegetables. They might come to life or something. The fungus and mold rotting into their cells, deciding to mutate them and grow a pair of slimy feet...

Okay.... That's not going to happen ever.... But I did have a fun time imagining a carrot growing a pair of feet from it's rotten self.

So, anyways onto the topic of my post: MY ROOM.

It's rather sad really that I only seem to post when I should be cleaning/tidying up something. But hey! I have to get inspiration from somewhere, don't I? And I just happen to get my inspiration for my 'rants' from cleaning out my icky room.

I don't actually think my room is icky, but apparently my mother does. And a few other people who I can't be bothered to name. According to her, my room is really filthy. I disagree with this wholly after I've been cleaning out our refrigerator. My room doesn't have anything that is slowly rotting. My room doesn't have unidentified liquids on the floor. My room may look like a hurricane would have swept through it, but that doesn't make it filthy. No, it's messy, but NOT filthy. I wouldn't be able to live in it if I'd have something rotting in it. I clean it up when I find the need to (that being apr. once in every two months).

I mean, I have trouble even coping with the fact that I have spiders living in my room. If I'd have the time, I'd terminate every little (or big) spider that has decided to live under my bed. Well, at least they don't disturb me, other than when I'm cleaning. I could have worse creatures residing in my room. Afterall, I could always have ants living under my floor, or something just as disgusting.

So, anyways... At the moment, since yesterday I've been cleaning out my room. I hadn't minded the messiness in June, but after a series of events I found the need to tidy up my room.

1. I had a cat in my room for awhile. It was already then kind of messy (talking about my room). I had clothes everywhere; on the floor, on my desk and bookshelf. Plus, I had a lot of other stuff on my floor, like books and paper.

2. The cat spread sand from it's litterbox everywhere. And that wasn't exactly what I'd wanted it to do. But hey, my mother was forcing me to have the cat in my room for awhile, because according to her, we couldn't have the 'sweet', 'cute' cat anywhere else.

3. The cat decided that it didn't like me because I didn't spend a whole day in my room and thus, it pissed on MY carpet. Yes, the carpet that my grandmother made for me a few years back. This act of 'kindness' really made me 'happy'.

4. I got rid of the cat that night. I explained to my mother that I didn't want to have a monster like that in my room. After all, it could've been planning to piss all over the drawings I have in a box. And if it would've done that, I'd have freaked out.

5. I washed my carpet... and realized then that my room was an absolute mess.

6. And then I invited my friend over for a sleep over. And I can't possibly let her sleep on my floor on a mattress among papers and sand. That would be inhumane! And she is one of my closest friends after all.

So, through this not-so-long string of events I decided to clean up my room. It wouldn't be such a task if I'd put everything back where they belong and not leave everything lying around. But hey, old habits die hard. And because I don't exactly have much time on my hands, I got my best friend to come over yesterday and help me out with it. Namely, because she herself had said that she wanted to clean up my room with me. Why? Don't ask me. I don't have the faintest clue.

Now, I should be cleaning up my room. I don't have much to do anymore. I've discarded all the broken stuff I have around and now I just have to sort everything to where they should be. The problem regarding the messiness of my room. I have too much stuff and too little space. The honest truth. Very unfortunate too.

Sometimes I just wish my room would clean itself. It would make my life a lot easier. A LOT. 'Nuff said about this topic now. I really have to get back to cleaning. I still need to wash the floors and vaccuum (oh how I hate vaccuuming with passion!).

TTFN, ta-ta for now!