Since I moved in to an apartment sans 6 siblings and 2 parents, I've felt pretty darn grown up. Nobody says anything when I stay up till 3 in the morning reading. I don't make complete meals. Sometimes I eat a microwaved potato for lunch, or microwaved popcorn for dinner, or microwaved green beans for breakfast.
But the best thing about living in an apartment with no parentals and a room to myself? Cleaning is now optional.
It stays fairly clean for the most part, but I never put my make up away and shoes end up wherever my feet desire to take them off. Well and there is always books on every piece of furniture I have, sprawled with no dignity and not picked up until I fancy reading it again.
So I had no choice but to ignore my room. It started off as reasonable idea, after I watch the movie Paranormal Activity 3 and ghosts began to hide under my bed and in my closet and under my robe hanging up at the foot of my bed. I took action by filling up empty spaces with clothes and random objects. Obviously the ghosts no longer had somewhere to hide so they had to leave and haunt someone else. It was a genius move. But then, with each day passing I ignored random clothes and lotions and toys ( i do have some toys in my room). In such a small room it was no big deal because I could find something that was lost in like 5 minutes. There was no downside to my monumentally messy room.
Alas, fate intervened the moment November was done sucking my soul. It's december! So I woke up determined to clean this room. And I decided to do laundry first and clean as clothes washed. But you can't get away with having a room this messy and have zero consequences. In order to get back into my room at all times I must have my keys because the door locks by itself. And I woke up this morning to find my keys have officially given up on being mine. They were on my bed by my feet last night when I fell asleep. Now, they are gone! I have cleaned my room, there is not one stray thing laying on my floor. I looked under, around and all over my bed. Gone. With the wind. Which reminds, me its been far too long since I watched that movie.
As irony would have it, I searched up and down, high and low, had a tiny pity party and cried for a split second. And I looked at my laundry basket in despair because I needed to leave my room and get this laundry done! I tell you what people, it was a crazy idea when I looked at my basket. But I had left my laundry at the edge of my bed... and so i sifted through my dirty shirts with mustard stains and I'll be darned if my keys were not just laying on top of an old towel. Sneaky sneaky irony.
And do the macarena...
