2004-12-01 Life equates cleanliness of tile
Vacation came and went and I did precisely nothing. It was nice.
I've since come back to school and am, for what ever reason, still doing precisely nothing. It doesn't make alot of sense to me.
Tuesday, I had to give my hour-long presentation for my French class. It sucked alot. Now it's over.
Friday, I have a 300-word essay due for German. It's our final project, and for the life of me, I can't figure out why it's no longer than any of our other essays. But I'm not about to complain.
My group and I also get to do our oral performance for Chinese on Friday. Apparently in front of a couple hundred people. We haven't written a script yet and, in fact, I don't even know what one kid looks like. But we're supposed to meet together tomorrow.
I don't think we're fucked, I just think we're going to be mighty nervous.
I did something really stupid Monday night. It's my Stupid Story of the Moment.
So I was cleaning my bathroom, because that's just what you do. Scrub-scrub-scrub, "This stuff isn't working so well." So what do I do? Grab something else and use it on top of it.
I know better than this. But for some god-forsaken reason, I did it anyway.
So I leaning over, and god! Suddenly my eye burns. I lean back, because that's just what you do, and rub my eye a bit. And as I'm slipping down towards the floor, I realize what I'd just done.
Fuck.
So I flipped on the vent and got my ass out of the bathroom as quickly as possible -- which still took a minute or two. I felt dumb and rotten (physically) the rest of the night and most of the next day. Actually, I still feel dumb.
I left the door closed and the vent on all night.
At least it was only my bathroom. I can close that off just fine. If it had been my kitchen, well, I guess I would've just filled my apartment with Chlorine gas.
I know better than this, too, I really do. The thought that ran through my head was "Oh great, I'm going to die in my bathroom." If I'm going to die in a really stupid way, I don't want it to be in a way where I knew better. I'd rather it be something like: I slipped on a bar of soap in the shower, smacked my head, then drowned.
The moral of this is either "Don't mix household chemicals" or "Don't clean your bathroom." I'm not sure which.
So I'm kind of a dumbass, but everything turned out okay. And at least my bathroom's clean.
And isn't that what life's all about? Clean tile?
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