My apologies.

I just read my last post.

Boy, oh boy.  I am most definitely silly and I think it's clear to say that I have a tendency to overreact about tedious things.  Sometimes I just need to shut up.  I should just delete it, because I would feel badly if my love saw the crap I spewed out.  But, my bloggity involves many things.  The good in me and the really ugly.  So it stays.

Anyway.  Moving on now..

I've been watching Ally McBeal on Netflix.  I just reached season four (out of five).  It makes me happpppy!  Ally just started dating Larry Paul (played by Robert Downey Jr.).

GROWL!  RBJ is a fox.

I tend to sexualize men.  I always have, ever since I reached puberty.  It's bizarre, because I do it more frequently with celebrities/athletes/the unattainable.

Actually, that's a lie.  I sexualize my boo too.  He's a dreamboat.  And what's better is he's MY dreamboat.  But, we're all allowed to have crushes on those far-far-far out of reach.  He likes Jennifer Aniston and the woman from Weeds (as well as plenty others, I bet).

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I start my last year of college next week.  Blarg.  How completely outrageous is that?  Of course, I will most likely go to grad school, so theoretically it won't be my last-last year.  But with regards to my Bachelor degree, it will be my last year.


Adulthood is weird.  After school, I hope to get a job.  Any job outside of waitressing, preferably.  I looked around a bit.  I would be getting a huge pay cut if I actually pursued a career in the field I'm interested in.  As awful, crazy, and demeaning as serving can be--it brings in great money.  That is a perk I'd rather not leave behind.

Alright, I'm finished rambling.


I open en la manana.  So, I'll be going to sleep by seven pm.  Because I have to wake up at four am.

My life.  This is it.
I sleep in the early evening to start work while it's still dark out.
It's only slightly frustrating.

Just kidding, I loathe it.

So long, friends.

-Amandaaaaaaaaaaa

A clean kitchen is the best kitchen.

I realize I may come off like a nag sometimes, but here's the effing deal:

I LIKE A CLEAN HOUSE.

I don't give a shit if you don't care about having your clothes wrinkled or even your side of the bed being messy.  But the space we share should also have shared cleaning.

I will wait for days just to see if you happen to clean the toilet or put your glass in the dishwasher.  BUT IT DOESN'T HAPPEN.

My father taught me to respect the nice things I have by taking care of them.  I remember being so annoyed every time he called me ungrateful when my room was messy.  But he was right.  So now, as an adult--I try to pick up after myself.  Dirty rings in the bathtub bother me.  A stench in the kitchen BOTHERS me.  When my beautiful wood floors are unswept, it bothers me.

I simply don't understand how these are not issues to you.  How you can just live in the filth without even noticing it.


I hope no on gets me wrong here--I am not by any means a clean-freak.  I let things get messy too.  But clean is far different than messy.

Also, I love my boyfriend.  More than any man I've ever been with, he is the best.  He treats me so well and loves me so much and I am so fortunate to have him in my life.

But I just want him to value cleanliness like I do.  And he just doesn't.  He just doesn't care/notice it.  IT baffles me and also drives me up the damn wall.


I love him, I do.  We are just different.  I must accept it.  I must.  I must.  I must.

-ASN

Death.

It really hurts.