~ °Café de Terrasse° ~
The thoughts of an odd duck who sits alone in a night cafe, with a stylo in his right, a journal in his left, a valise under his chaise, a tasse on the table, and plenty of time to pass.
~ lundi, octobre 18, 2004 ~
Why does statistics class have to be so darned difficult!? It's the devil's english. I have a midterm this Wednesday and that stuff is flyin' wayyy above my head. So the probability that I will fail Midterm 1: 77%... unless i guess the answers right.
So a lot of stuff's been going on lately. The weather is changing and i love it... rain! so romantique.
Oh but wait... let me vent a little bit about a little problem-situation that seems to be building up for me towards all my apt-mates, minus my non-existant roomie. This apartment is becoming disGusting. I dunno how long it will be before I change the locks on my doors without telling anybody else. Here's a list, room-by-room of the little problems that I'd like to blow out of proportion for a bit because they really crawl under my skin and refuse to die.
-Living Room
Are these people ever going to learn to remove their shoes before entering? I didn't wanna be rude and tell them to so Emil and I strategically placed our shoes by the front door. But, I still manage to find a mess of sticky sappy leaves on the carpet and dirt crumples on the linolium. Today, I stepped on a leaf and it stuck to my sock- I felt the stickiness of the sap penetrate the material and it was like caramel under my toes. ugh. What on earth is going to happen once it starts raining and the ground outside starts mudding!? I don't mind quick entering of the house in clean shoes, but if you're gonna walk around with shuffling feet, take them off or you know what, at least... the very least... wipe your feet on the frontdoor floormat rug! Me, I like to use the neighbor's doormat hehehe... but shh don't tell!
-Kitchen
Am I the only one who sees the jelly and crumbs and other nasty semi-liquids and stuff on the counters? We now have soo many stains on our once-eggshell-coloured counters. I think we are not going to get our deposit back at the end of the year. Fernando & I often end up washing dishes that have been in the sink for over 2 days. Those crusty plates are not so easy to scrub through when they've been left there for 2 days. And the floor! It's oily, crumb-ridden, and I think I'm the only one that sweeps & mops. One evening, Christian & I totally couldn't stand the kitchen because of the pans, empty cans, and loose food scraps on the counters. I decided to totally clean up the entire kitchen and somebody asks me, "Why are you cleaning the kitchen Ben?" I was like, "huh?" and I almost made him drink a bottle of Clorox. hehe, it just never ceases to amaze me... this blindness towards mess. So I cleaned the kitchen and yelled out, "the Kitchen is Closed!"
-Upstairs Bathroom!
Ok, this is the worst. I've decided to skip my comments about all the other rooms and go straight to this foresaken place because those other things were meare trifle problems compared to this place. Omgness, what happens in the little Johnny's room is usually supposed to stay in there but not in this case. This is an exposé, kinda like Upton Sinclair's "The Jungle" except mine deals with the latter part of the digestive system... or rather, it's effects on the upstairs bathroom (I don't really know the status of the downstairs bathroom but frankly, I don't wanna know. I haven't seen the inside of the downstairs WC since the first week of classes.) Anyway, what I wanna know now is "how could somebody have that bad of an aim?" And "how could somebody be blind to the puddles they make on the floor? I was going to shower one morning when I noticed 4 tablespoons of piss (please excuse the vernacular) on the floor. I waited until the evening but nobody reclaimed the territory they marked so I had to unmark it myself. Ugh, afterwards I dipped my hands in Lysol disinfectant. A few days later, there was again, the few tablespoons on the floor. Now I note the awful odor of that yellow floor. You know what I'm going to do one of these days? I'm going to lay down some newspapers in one corner and maybe purchase some Tidy Cats. Sonya, have you any kitty litter recommendations?
People walk into this apt and think, "whoaa, what a clean place" but if i were to stop cleaning for a few days (like when I went on the Newman Council retreat) you'll see how nasty it can really get. Goodness knows it's like that documentary where this ordinary family's house looks perfectly clean but closer inspection reveals a plethora creature of infestations.
All this cleaning... i need a drink.
~Benjamin 10/18/2004 01:25:00 AM
