Holy Crow
I look forward to the day when I have my own home and am completely in charge of the cleanliness of it. It honestly stresses me out to see my home an absolute pigsty, and it embarasses me to have people see it in such a state. But I lack the tact necessary to tell my roommates how much a dirty house upsets me. Even when I try to be kind about it, I manage to mess things up (moreso because they don't believe I'm actually being nice). But I really can't stand seeing it so gross! Is it really that hard to unload the dishwasher and dishdrainer, then to clean up your dishes? Really, is it that hard? I don't even cook and pretty much avoid the kitchen as often as possible, yet I can still do it! It's very depressing cleaning the kitchen up every day and within half an hour seeing all my hard work gone. Le sigh.
In other news, my hair looks good today. Princess Night was last night, so I took an hour and a half to curl my long locks and then had Eliza pin them up. It looks fabulous, so I slept very carefully last night so I could use this hairstyle two days in a row. I don't get to look pretty very often, darnit, so I need to take advantage when I can!
For Princess Night we went to out to dinner at the Chinese Garden, and ended up creating a very elaborate 40's mystery story that involves all six of us upstairs, Elise, Derrick, Jill, Joran, the Besendorfer brothers, Kyle, Jason, and Joel (Gini's boyfriend). It's set in a wedding catering business/night lounge. Sabina and Eliza own the place, Kyle and Jason are musicians, Shannon's the foreign princess turned lounge singer; Elise is the mob boss; the Besendorfers are her henchmen; Joran and I are window models; Gini's the hot secretary and Joel is her military boyfriend; Meisha is the hot scientist chick who will find the evidence necessary to convict the murderer; and Joel is the murder victim. There is much intrigue, a seyonce, an unexpected pregnancy, murder, near-murder, strange bonds, illicit love affairs, sappy love stories, and lots and LOTS of laughter. We pretty much spent the entire time at the restaurant creating this story. It was muchos fun. And it all started because I told Sabina her hair looked like a cute bob out of the forties. ^__^
I say, "Oh, I see," an awful lot. It's been passed around the house and adjusted to O I C (often with accompanying finger spelling), so Derrick started saying just oic. Well, when I said "oic" on Monday to Craig, he thought I said "oink" so it got adjusted once again and now instead of saying anything at all we just snort like a pig. I love my friends. :)
5thgraderism of the week:
Me: Next time I see him, I'm going to give him a tongue lashing!
Kids: You're going to kiss him?!