Start your engines

So, right now, I just want to go with the flow; just blog about whatever comes up. So this will be a little glimpse into my unfiltered mind. Don't scream to loudly at the horror which you may soon behold.

Magic! Magic and dolphins. And squirrels. They like nuts. I feel a little nutty sometimes. Like right now. Whale. If you go to school without parents, you're normal. If you go to school without pants, you aren't. I'm parakeet. This is all a lot better if you hear a person on a major sugar rush reading really really fast. Yay! Swing time! And the park kind, not the music kind. Though music is cool too. I want to make a toast. As in a piece of toast. And I dedicate my toast to penguins. They totally deserve it, always. Now, pastry man, Donald Duck has a little recitation for you. He is very angry with your cheese puffs and will have you banished from the kingdom of Rohan forthwith. Please direct all complaints to the lady at the next window. Have a safe drive and watch out for falling off the Grand Canyon because that hurts. Cows say moo. Moo! My pajamas are non-existent. Piano man.

Now that I've gotten that out of my system, I'll go about the rest of daily life. Mornin', y'all!

I understand what cleaning checks are for. This is ridiculous.

So, i figured I've had my blog for a week now, so it was time to make it legit and include an angsty rant!

<rant> So, cleaning checks. A part of college life, I suppose. To ensure that we keep up with our cleaning so buildings don't decompose due to buildup of microbes under dirty, ignored areas. I don't have a problem with that. Fail me if I didn't clean the back corner of the counter, where no one ever looks and is therefore likely to fester into something nasty. That's fine. And make me pay for the cleaners that come because you need to keep the building livable, for my good as much as for your own. But if you have the audacity to say that I need to pay thirty dollars because I was in a hurry in the morning and didn't make my bed, and then not have anyone come in to make it, that's over the line. That's entirely unacceptable. That's where the power of being the cleaning check lady is just too much for you. It's as if she didn't even try to hide the blatant idiocy of her actions, as if she wanted me to gape in awe of her ability to be that ballsy. Allow me to clarify the circumstances: I stay up way too late getting my cleaning check done and am tired silly in the morning. Attempting to get a letter off before the mail leaves that day, I rush and forget to make the bed. I don't pass. That night, I stay up way too late again doing the homework I had to put off due to the cleaning check. The next morning, I wake up late and rush out the door again. Cleaning check lady comes by, and charges twenty-five dollars for "professionals" to come correct my job, i.e., make my bed. They don't come, I've gotten 8 hours of sleep in two days, and thirty dollars charged for exactly what I spent all those hours not sleeping trying to avoid. That's just sick and wrong. Side note: if you ask my roommate, he'll tell you that I usually make my bed, and that it is my made bed which often inspires him to make his.</rant>

In the end, it'll probably be alright. I'll explain the situation to management, and they'll probably remove the charge completely. I just wish they'd save us both some time by changing the cleaning check system a little.

On a separate thread, squirrel.