I. Hate. Housecleaning.
I just cleaned my apartment. It's still cluttered as all hell, but I did the front-to-back putting-things-back-where-they-belong, changing-the-bedclothes, scrubbing-anything-coated-in-porcelain bit. And I hate it.
It's nice waking up to a clean house, and I love going to sleep in a bed that's been freshly made. I like coming home to a house that smells like "rainforest." But I fucking hate housecleaning. I'd rather have surgery than clean house.
I don't know if it's a guy thing, a semi-psychotic-introvert thing, or what, but I have a mental aversion to cleaning. I can clean all day when it's a paying job, but when I'm at home, my brain won't let me do it. I have to break the task down into the smallest steps and write them down, or I'll never make it out of the back bedroom- I'll get sidetracked by playing with a Tootsie Roll wrapper or something. :/ I feel like a moron having to do make lists- breaking the apartment down by room, and under each room writing the stupidest, smallest tasks down. "Put socks in sock drawer. Pick up hangers. Close closet door." If it's not on the list, it doesn't get done. (Cleaning the fridge was left off, so if you visit this weekend, please don't open the fridge...)
Anyway. I just finished, and outside of the clutter factor (I need more bookshelves), everything's fine. Now, I can go out dancing tonight, hook-up, and bring her home with no shame! Haw-haw-haw. Oh. Wait. I've never done that in my life- doubt I'd start now.
I also clean like a total bachelor. I think I realized this when I was hosing the shower walls down with "Toilet Works" cleaner. I hate spraying cleaner on, scrubbing, spraying more on, scrubbing... Shower Works is only 10% hydrochloric acid, and Toilet Works is 20%. Toilet Works rocks. Spray on, wipe off. Wash hands quickly when they begin to burn. Voila! Clean shower.
The teaching thing Wednesday went fine, although it felt weird. Only 1/2 of the class showed up, so I ended up teaching to a smallish group. I can speak fine to small groups of friends, or large groups of strangers, but small groups of strangers? Ergh. Got over my stage fright enough, and we had an okay time. It pointed out how much I need to study for the final, though... We were all reduced to flipping through the dictionary more than once, trying to figure out how to phrase something.
60-second crush: saw a short pixie-ish girl last night with dyed-black hair the texture of straw, a monroe piercing, a black hoodie and some fucked-up jeans. Cutest little thing. Smiled at her, she smiled back, we said "hi," and then she left. End of story.
I just cleaned my apartment. It's still cluttered as all hell, but I did the front-to-back putting-things-back-where-they-belong, changing-the-bedclothes, scrubbing-anything-coated-in-porcelain bit. And I hate it.
It's nice waking up to a clean house, and I love going to sleep in a bed that's been freshly made. I like coming home to a house that smells like "rainforest." But I fucking hate housecleaning. I'd rather have surgery than clean house.
I don't know if it's a guy thing, a semi-psychotic-introvert thing, or what, but I have a mental aversion to cleaning. I can clean all day when it's a paying job, but when I'm at home, my brain won't let me do it. I have to break the task down into the smallest steps and write them down, or I'll never make it out of the back bedroom- I'll get sidetracked by playing with a Tootsie Roll wrapper or something. :/ I feel like a moron having to do make lists- breaking the apartment down by room, and under each room writing the stupidest, smallest tasks down. "Put socks in sock drawer. Pick up hangers. Close closet door." If it's not on the list, it doesn't get done. (Cleaning the fridge was left off, so if you visit this weekend, please don't open the fridge...)
Anyway. I just finished, and outside of the clutter factor (I need more bookshelves), everything's fine. Now, I can go out dancing tonight, hook-up, and bring her home with no shame! Haw-haw-haw. Oh. Wait. I've never done that in my life- doubt I'd start now.
I also clean like a total bachelor. I think I realized this when I was hosing the shower walls down with "Toilet Works" cleaner. I hate spraying cleaner on, scrubbing, spraying more on, scrubbing... Shower Works is only 10% hydrochloric acid, and Toilet Works is 20%. Toilet Works rocks. Spray on, wipe off. Wash hands quickly when they begin to burn. Voila! Clean shower.
The teaching thing Wednesday went fine, although it felt weird. Only 1/2 of the class showed up, so I ended up teaching to a smallish group. I can speak fine to small groups of friends, or large groups of strangers, but small groups of strangers? Ergh. Got over my stage fright enough, and we had an okay time. It pointed out how much I need to study for the final, though... We were all reduced to flipping through the dictionary more than once, trying to figure out how to phrase something.
60-second crush: saw a short pixie-ish girl last night with dyed-black hair the texture of straw, a monroe piercing, a black hoodie and some fucked-up jeans. Cutest little thing. Smiled at her, she smiled back, we said "hi," and then she left. End of story.
[Edited on Dec 11, 2004 3:08PM]