Whatever chemical they use to put down new flooring smells really strong.
Every year around this time, usually while my sister and I have to study for exams, my parents uncover something they would like to loudly renovate. One year it was the siding and the foundation. The year before that it was the fence. So on and so forth. Try studying. It's fun. My father also usually has a case of chest pains that lands him in the hospital. But that's a different story. This year, the aforementioned parents decided to replace the flooring in the laundry room and rec room.
As a result there's furniture absolutely everywhere. I can't find anything. There were strange men in my house. Normally that makes me uncomfortable, but I happened to overhear one of the guy's phone calls and I'm pretty sure I can take any guy how has "Moves Like Jagger" as his ringtone. Either way, they never saw me and I only glimpsed them. And the fumes wafting from the basement. Yes, I hid in my room all day with Meeko. I read and wrote while he happily snored on my computer chair.
Now whenever I go downstairs, it feels like I've entered the forest. The walls are painted a kind of minty green while the new carpet is brown and squishy like the forest floor. Not so much like poo. I know you were thinking it! Our old carpet was not squishy. In fact, it felt like we were walking on concrete. Which in fact, we were. The difference in thickness was pretty surprising. About as surprising as finding a lesbian's blog only to discover she's talking about actual carpet. I know you're disappointed, but I'm just too modest. Besides, I don't really understand that particular term anyway... it's pretty inaccurate and the association to my people is purely stereotypical. I'd like for you to now add shame for assuming such things to your initial feelings of surprise.
Aside from all that, I enjoyed my quiet day. I'm going to have a busy week so I'm really making sure to take advantage of my lack of responsibilities. As of Monday I start a summer class. Yes, even after all my bitching about school this year, I decided to take an undergraduate history class. It's about pop culture from 1914 to 1945. I like the professor and frankly, I haven't had many opportunities to really get involved with history this year. It will be nice to get back into questioning and discussing and reading. The thing about BEd is that most things are just so... obvious. I look forward to ambiguity. Also next week, I get to go to a conference out of town with some professors. I get to travel out of town and be away from here all at the same time! Woot!
I wonder how many people looking for porn will find this post and be disappointed... Should be interesting.