Long day, longer night...is it Thursday yet?
I just scared the FUCK out of myself. Like SERIOUSLY. This is also a story about how divine intervention is also scaring the fuck out of me.
Ok...so my internet decided it would spaz tonight. It's been going in and out all night on both of my computers. But it didn't bother me too much. Everyone was busy with work tonight and I blissfully had no important homework to stress over. So I caught up on some of my tv shows...or so I thought. And I used up my download limit trying to get the ones I seemed to have missed yesterday as well. So I still have catching up to do.
Anyway...so, no messenger, no internet, no friends, no tv shows, no homework...makes for a VERY bored Elle. Especially when I'm in no mood to write or vid because I'm cranky as hell. So I started staring blankly at my walls and suddenly decided it was about fucking time I clean like I had mentioned in the other post.
So I didn't just spot clean, or clean the high traffic areas...NO. I fucking took EVERYTHING off my shelves and CLEANED. I mean, I didn't dust because it would have killed my allergies, but I'll clean more thoroughly when I finally repaint. This was just for space issues. So this is how I scared the fuck out of myself. Cuz I NEVER do that. Well...unless something is seriously wrong. Cleaning is my subconcious telling me I'm repressing pain, so it's a good thing I have that counseling session tomorrow.
Before: "The Mess" (Part 1) and "The TV" (Part 2)
After: "WTF"
Before: "The Desk"
After: "Losing It"
Ok...so it gets a bit creepy. I find this old fortune cookie fortune while cleaning. And lo and behold, what does it say? (And I'm DEAD serious here...) "You are capable of extremely hard work and dedication." And I had to stop to laugh. I made a wise crack about divine intervention and went on with my work.
Well since all my crap has been piled on Dade's bed and he's coming home, I decided I'd change his sheets and stuff. And they were WET. So I lift the mattress and the mattress is wet. And the floor is soaked. Minor freak-out. Then I check the carpet under my desk. Soaked too. MAJOR freak-out.
My room has been flooding and I didn't know. I keep my shoes on at home because of stickers and stuff stuck in the carpet and I have sensitive feet. So I never noticed. And apparently it's been happening for a while because the carpet has that mildew smell now and the walls are damp at the base too. The wall my computers are against is the bathroom wall so that's where the pipes were. And I knew my faucet has been leaking, but I didn't realize it was worse than that.
So...divine intervention, what? I would have never checked if it wasn't for the random series of events tonight. So now I slink back off to my depressed angst and sigh while I wait for my mom to come home and check the pipes.
By the way, have I mentioned that I nearly get in an accident daily because my car's transmission is fucked and it keeps slipping gears? Yeah...tried to do a fix-it yesterday, but the sealant was frozen. SMART! Something else to take care of tomorrow. Blegh...life.
-Ellie
p.s. The song I had on repeat the ENTIRE night while going through this ordeal... An Angry Blade by Iron and Wine
Ok...so my internet decided it would spaz tonight. It's been going in and out all night on both of my computers. But it didn't bother me too much. Everyone was busy with work tonight and I blissfully had no important homework to stress over. So I caught up on some of my tv shows...or so I thought. And I used up my download limit trying to get the ones I seemed to have missed yesterday as well. So I still have catching up to do.
Anyway...so, no messenger, no internet, no friends, no tv shows, no homework...makes for a VERY bored Elle. Especially when I'm in no mood to write or vid because I'm cranky as hell. So I started staring blankly at my walls and suddenly decided it was about fucking time I clean like I had mentioned in the other post.
So I didn't just spot clean, or clean the high traffic areas...NO. I fucking took EVERYTHING off my shelves and CLEANED. I mean, I didn't dust because it would have killed my allergies, but I'll clean more thoroughly when I finally repaint. This was just for space issues. So this is how I scared the fuck out of myself. Cuz I NEVER do that. Well...unless something is seriously wrong. Cleaning is my subconcious telling me I'm repressing pain, so it's a good thing I have that counseling session tomorrow.
Before: "The Mess" (Part 1) and "The TV" (Part 2)
After: "WTF"
Before: "The Desk"
After: "Losing It"
Ok...so it gets a bit creepy. I find this old fortune cookie fortune while cleaning. And lo and behold, what does it say? (And I'm DEAD serious here...) "You are capable of extremely hard work and dedication." And I had to stop to laugh. I made a wise crack about divine intervention and went on with my work.
Well since all my crap has been piled on Dade's bed and he's coming home, I decided I'd change his sheets and stuff. And they were WET. So I lift the mattress and the mattress is wet. And the floor is soaked. Minor freak-out. Then I check the carpet under my desk. Soaked too. MAJOR freak-out.
My room has been flooding and I didn't know. I keep my shoes on at home because of stickers and stuff stuck in the carpet and I have sensitive feet. So I never noticed. And apparently it's been happening for a while because the carpet has that mildew smell now and the walls are damp at the base too. The wall my computers are against is the bathroom wall so that's where the pipes were. And I knew my faucet has been leaking, but I didn't realize it was worse than that.
So...divine intervention, what? I would have never checked if it wasn't for the random series of events tonight. So now I slink back off to my depressed angst and sigh while I wait for my mom to come home and check the pipes.
By the way, have I mentioned that I nearly get in an accident daily because my car's transmission is fucked and it keeps slipping gears? Yeah...tried to do a fix-it yesterday, but the sealant was frozen. SMART! Something else to take care of tomorrow. Blegh...life.
-Ellie
p.s. The song I had on repeat the ENTIRE night while going through this ordeal... An Angry Blade by Iron and Wine