I have to stay up all night during finals week to clean my room, because my roommate is coming to Santa Cruz either tomorrow or the day after.......and she's one of those people. You know, the neat freaks - key word being freak.
I hate having a roommate and I haven't even lived with her yet, especially since it means I have to clean against my will.........
F. M. L.
For all of you that know me, you know that my dad was mad at me 99.9% of my high school life due to our differing views on how to maintain a room. "It looks like a tornado was in here! Oh my God!" he used to scream when he saw the piles of clothing that covered my carpet floor. He used to use the old "you can't go out until you've finished cleaning your room" routine. UGH. He got pretty pissed when he found out I was taking things from the floor, dumping them in large plastic trash bags, and hiding them in my closet........I guess you can only get away with so many 5-minute quick fixes before people start questioning your practices. =/
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