It's been only 48 hours, and the kitchen was destroyed. I don't know if someone cleaned it before I got back (out of raw fear or something), but today I saw how badly destroyed the kitchen was. I left it all on my rommate's desk. A 24 hour grace period is fine. Beyond that, when I have seen you playing video games and things like that instead of doing the dishes, I get very very mad. It doesn't take more than once to figure this out; I thought this anyway. Of the four rommates, one and myself adhear to this 24 hour rule, 1 is never around to cook, and the fourth you can easily guess about. Outside of this though, it has been a rather quiet and cloudy day. Amusingly enough, I have been too busy to touch Knights of the Old Republic, which has been begging to be played. Soon though, once I am done with the BASS barbeque, once I am done with unpacking, once I am done playing with this kitten... you get the idea. I am hoping that maybe some magic moving gnomes may happen by, see my plight, and assist me, but I doubt that will happen. I think the worst part is trying to find space for all the small things I have collected over time. I also need some more wall space for things I got over summer.
My "training" at ASAP has been okay, although it pains me to know a lot of this stuff I have already done and already been taught. The training we did in Supplemental Instruction wasn't as bad as I was planning on it being, and there was even a few new things in there. The guy seemed to really be pitching his PASS program to the center though, which reminded me of the SmarterThinking group. When you had out a worksheet that is full of loaded questions designed to highlight why your program is be best and most cost-effective solution, you lose my interest really fast.
In other news, we had a giant bowl of flame in our bathroom this evening as well. Due to the smell that some people in this appartment we have an aroma candle that is lit in extreme situations. Well, over the spring semester and summer, the candle was burnt down to nothingness. At one point, someone used a match, and set it on the pile of burnt wax and old matches. Several minutes later, the smoke alarms go off all over the house. We go into the bathroom and look in horror as a foot and a half column of fire is coming from the bowl. The flames were batted down, and the alarms silenced. We had to use hot pads to move the bowl onto the porch to cool since the wax had began to bubble and boil. I don't think any of us knew how long we had a small little bonfire in the bathroom. Thank you smoke alarms.
And now it is 3 : ya gotta sleep sometime...
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