My Home Made Mess
July 16th, 2010 Thomasso Posted in Diatribe, General, Humour, University classes | Comments Off
OK, I feel better today. After last night, I am still a little shaky, but tired. I will survive.
My place is a mess. I mean, I have neglected it for so long that if I needed to find something, it would take a whole day just to find it, and I may not guarantee that I could. I have books, papers and stationary laying around everywhere. This is all from jumping from one major project to another and only focusing on work with little time for general duties of home care. Between classes, taking on legal work and doing research, my neglect has created a total chaotic mess in my kitchen living room and bedroom. You cannot see my table, couch and living room floor from all the books scattered around and laying on them.
If I were married, I would probably be in Divorce Court right now due to this mess and neglect, thus the reason why I do not have a partner, I am saving myself until my grueling quest of graduating is completed. (That just does not sound right for a male)? And not to many people could live with my routine and demanding schedule. Heck, even my beloved government, big brother, is feeling the neglect from my absents from the real world—but that is another story for another time.
I have a research paper due in two weeks, which is plenty of time to clean up my mega-mess. Also, there is another group project from my communications class, which is far less demanding compared to yesterday’s group effort. So, A whole day should do it if nothing else pops up that will take me away from it. I need to see my couch again.
And you are probably thinking, “you lazy guy—just get off your butt and do some cleaning…” Well, if you seen how many books I own, you will probably declare my living room as a disaster area. In my jurisdiction there is probably a By-Law which lists how many book one can own? (That was a joke, OK, please do not take the By-Law remark seriously).
The purpose of this post is simple: part venting, and part complaining. Maybe they, venting and complaining, are the same thing? I am still tired from last night and getting the day going is a challenge. I am typing because that is the only part of my body that still works – the fingers and brain. I need a life.
