Activities that scare me but must be done

1. Going through the sock drawer, matching everything you can, and getting rid of the rest. Where do all those socks go?

2. Reorganizing a closet. Throwing away/donating clothes, and whatever else is just taking up space (this does not include things like my index card filing drawer which is incredibly useful).

3. Scrubbing the bathroom floor, this also includes the shower (and all of my shampoo bottles, yes sometimes soap needs cleaning too).

4. Choosing which washer to use (in the community laundry room) depending on how many bugs have crawled down there with no sign of leaving. (I've started using a scale like, those little green leafy looking bugs are more likely to share the washing machine with my clothes as opposed to anything with eight legs...or beetles).

5. Cleaning out the vacuum. Some how it all goes in looking different and then while inside the filter transforms to a gray-linty-sticky-dusty concoction that has to be carefully contained while dumping out as to not asphyxiate whomever takes on this task.

I guess thats it. Windexing, Lysoling, 409ing and organizing everything (including thumb tacks) all give me great pleasure.

Needless to say I am at peace because my apartment is perfect and I now I can lean around the corner every now and then and just bask in the cleanliness.

Call me crazy, it wouldn't be the first time.

I like my house

I'd probably be happier if I felt like this.

blahh

Rob and I both take our last final tomorrow. It couldn't come any sooner.

Did anyone know Rob makes delicious crapes? Like, really good.

Last night a friend called me with an extra ticket to Carrie Underwood that she couldn't sell so she just gave it to me. Awesome? Yes.

I've been getting pretty good at eying recipes and not really having to rely on measurements, but I can never get the peanut butter to jelly ratio right. What's with that?

Cake Wrecks

So funny.