Cleaning Attack

So I was just sitting here reading this blog, having watched Tenure (it was terrible, really, only worth watching for the sake of going, "That's Bryn Mawr. That's Bryn Mawr. Omigod that's...Rosemont. Oh, Bryn Mawr again," and "I know that extra standing in the hallway right there!! I know a celebrity!") and feeling pretty content with my life. And then I had the sudden urge to clean. Like Right Then. At 10:37 on a Saturday night. Admittedly, things around my desk were getting a little...cluttered. I moved my foot somewhere into uncharted under-desk territory and planted it right in the middle of a dust bunny lump thing. There was a line of iced tea bottles that I had to be very careful not to knock over because of the incredibly loud domino effect that would surely ensue. I recently found a CD my roommate lent me to rip to my computer that had been hiding under a pile of papers since approximately December.

So. I cleaned. I can see my desk. It's wood. There are now 8 iced tea bottles of various brands in the recycling bin in the hall (which was a noisier process than I meant it to be. Sorry, Denbigh.). My nalgene full of iced tea from the dining is now sitting on (a clear patch of) my desk. I came up with that brilliant idea when I realized that there was a growing regiment of bottles next to my desk that I kept having to pay for, while there was a machine in Erdman that dispenses the same thing, which I have already paid for. (Or that I will pay for eventually, once I finally pay off my student loans.)

And now I'm sitting here, drinking half raspberry and half unsweetened black tea, trying to remember exactly how much I've taken out in student loans and contemplating sweeping. I probably won't, though. I think my cleaning spree was motivated by the cookie dough I ate while watching Tenure in an attempt to alleviate my indifference. In fact, I ate so much cookie dough (which has a warning printed all the way around the lid (yes, I bought a tub, rather than a tube. Cause I'm a bamf) that says, "Do not consume raw." HA!) that I had to eat two of the pickles I also bought today in order to convince my stomach/blood sugar/I-don't-even-know that I was not going to throw up.

So...yeah. I apologize for the sugar-high nature of this blog post. And for my frequent use of "so." I was going back through all of my old posts and I realizing just how much I lean on "so." And "just," for that matter. I appear to be developing that lovely "oh shit I actually wrote that" relationship with this blog that I have with the one I had when I was in high school. The one where I look back and think, "Why do I say "so" so much? And "really"? Did I really wax rhapsodic on some book I was reading that I don't even remember reading? Is that a typo? What is this thing I've made? It's a monsterrrrrr..."

Which is exactly how I'm going to feel about this mutant of a post in the morning. So, (damnit!) good night!