Friday, March 21, 2008

Spring Cleaning

I like everything about the word spring. It's fresh, it's fun, it's warming. But when it hooks up with the word cleaning it just gets bad really fast. I'm not sure what I don't like about spring cleaning so much. Maybe it's the laborious cleaning. Or maybe it's having to go through everything I have shoved to the corners of rooms and tried to ignore. Whatever it is, I am not a fan. I guess I have been assigned bathroom cleaning duty. At least bathrooms are smaller rooms.

While my parents were cleaning out the cupboards in the kitchen they found a 3 litre beer bottle. I'm pretty excited about that. I don't think spring cleaning will get any better than a discovery like that.

To anyone religious, happy good friday. Thanks for the day off. Is this the day Jesus is supposed to have died on?

If you remember the apple core on the bookshelf that I wrote about a few days ago, I now have 3 of them sitting in a line. No one has said anything yet. My new goal is to see how many I can get up there before they get thrown out by someone. With spring cleaning it might be tricky though.

I had a strange dream where I was being tested with a bunch of people, including some friends, for a job testing video games, which is my plan for the summer, only the test made no sense. There were no video games involved. There were small balloons scattered across the floor. I can't remember what I was supposed to do, but I passed the test. As a reward for passing, everyone was given some kind of prize. I got a huge pile of small paper tickets. One of my friends thought it was really ironic because I already had a pile at home. I wasn't so enthusiastic because I realized that they were completely useless. Another friend proposed that everyone that passed should join in a huddle to celebrate our continuing to the next round. We had a huddle just like a football team. That's about it.

I don't have much more to say today, I've been finishing a paper since I finished breakfast. I'm done now. I feel awesome.

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