Pop can in the shower

My bathroom is a calm brown with blue accents (towels, baskets, candle holders, etc.). Technically, I share it with my three older brothers, but since one of them doesn’t even live here anymore and the other two are usually off at college, I call it my own. I keep it clean and orderly…sometimes. There may be coffee rings on the white counter and hair ties everywhere, but at least it’s clean filth. It’s not yucky boy filth.

Ever since we received a rain shower head from Mom and Dad for Christmas, showers have been delightful. Instead of a spazzy spritz of water, a nice, warm downpour erupts from every pore of the the shower head and easily washes away every bit of dirt from the body. Showers are preferable for me. I like a nice bath every now and then, but I get bored with nothing to do.

So tonight, like any other night, I took a shower once night fell. I got the water running while I used the toilet, then stripped down (don’t worry – this isn’t going to get X-Rated) and climbed into the shower and was welcomed by a spray of water at perfect shower temperature. I started by wetting my hair completely and then applying a dollop of my shampoo. While I was rinsing it out, I happened to glance up to my left at the ledge where I usually see a yellow and green sponge. Next to the sponge, I saw a pop can. Instantly I knew which brother was the culprit.

My first thought was: I wonder if there’s anymore pop left? (I checked and it was empty.)

My second thought was: Ugh, I HATE it when the boys come home and trash the bathroom!

My third thought was: Now I’m going to have to add that can to the recyclables as if it’s my mess!

My fourth thought was: Wow, I’m actually kind of thirsty. It would be nice to have a grape pop right now.

My fifth thought was: Oh my gosh, what a genius idea!
I went from being totally disgusted to being totally amazed. If I had been Adam (whom I am sure was the culprit), I would have set my unfinished pop on the counter in the bathroom and then commenced my shower. But Adam – being Adam – couldn’t have that. He took his unfinished pop into the shower with him and simply set it on the top ledge, away from any excess water. Imagine how refreshing it must have been to take a swig of a nice cold cola (though I do not like cola) during a hot shower. Adam constantly catches me off guard with these really simple ideas that I would never even think to do.

Maybe next time I’ll take my unfinished can of pop in with me so I can enjoy it in the shower.

School

It seems to me like summer never even happened. Now that I am in the day-to-day “school” routine, everything is back to normal. My iPod (PANDORA!!!) sings me the song I picked out the night before at around 5:45 every morning, and then I wait for the playlist to run out before I get up (usually around 6:20). I get up, take a shower, eat breakfast (well, drink some coffee to prevent future headaches), and wash my face before I let my hair down and mess around with it. I walk out the door wearing some crazy outfit (today it is a pair of crazy colored Bermuda shorts, brown high top Chucks with pink shoelaces, a red Hollister 3/4 polo and a white tank top underneath – I know! Hollister! *gasp!*).

School is just okay. Being a sophomore is definitely different. I open up the day with band, then either English or Earth Science for eighty minutes, lunch (yes, at ten o’clock in the morning), Spanish (which has been simple so far because the regular teacher is out sick and our substitute does not know a single word of the language), Global (my teacher is hilarious!) and then Chamber Choir. After Chamber Choir comes either a study hall (where I am right now) or PE. Then, the dreaded Geometry. I have found it easier to focus this year in math. I already got a 100% on our first test, and was the only student to receive said grade (YES! I put it on the fridge! xD).

Stinky Cheese

My boyfriend provided the title for this post, and now I finally came up with something to write underneath the mysterious title. No, this post is not about stinky cheese. Rather, this is about all of the annoyances in life. Is stinky cheese not an annoyance?

The first annoyance that I would like to address is one that I know everyone has endured countless times: getting soap in the ol’ eyes. This is just a matter of opening your eyes at the worst possible moment. In comes the soap, and here comes the pain. I know that I have never screamed out loud when this has happened to me, but it sure is painful enough to want to.

Everyday, my mother and I bitch and moan about everything you can ever imagine. One concept we just cannot seem to grasp is the following: how can people not know which side of the road to walk on? When she and I are out in our Buick Rendezvous (usually heading to the mall or some store with cheap books) we always see a few walkers, and they are more often than not on the wrong side of the road. When walking on the side of the road, walk against traffic, pweeze. Thank you very much. Now, ride your bike with traffic. It really isn’t all that difficult, folks.

Cellular phones are an annoyance in many ways. The most annoying way? My mother and I agree that it is when a person is talking on their cell phone aggravatingly loud in a store. Today, while in the paint aisle, she and I overheard (it’s impossible to eavesdrop when it is so loud) a woman’s conversation about how she does all these nice things for people, and they are never nice to her in return. Okay, lady, obviously the people that you are nice to think that you are annoying, just like you are annoying when you talk about how they don’t appreciate you, in public for all to hear.

Ever crave a big bowl of cereal? Did you then go to the refrigerator, grab the carton of milk, and then tip it over into the bowl whilst licking your lips? Ever have only a few drops come out? Yeah, that would be annoyance Numero Cuatro. My oldest brother always leaves a teeny bit of milk at the bottom, and then when I crave that nice, big bowl of cereal, I have to make two trips to the fridge instead of one. Sure, the extra walk is a little more exercise (though I do not think that I need it), but it is simply unnecessary and can easily be avoided. Next time he comes home, I am hiding the milk.

My mother provided an annoyance for me. She finds it annoying that nice guys almost always finish last. I guess that I will have to ask her to delve into this further so I can find out exactly what she means.

One day in my eighth grade year, my friend (let’s call her Marie) showed up to school in a black hoodie, and brown knee-length shorts. My other friend (let’s call her Jenny) went absolutely ballistic on Marie when she saw what she was wearing. Now, you must understand that Jenny is the “fashion police” and needs to address absolutely every “error” someone has made on their outfit. Marie and Jenny were in a huge fight that whole entire day just because Marie wore brown and black together, and supposedly they “just don’t go!” Please, Jenny, get a life and stop trying to control everyone else’s. And to all others out there who believe that brown and black do not go together: everything goes with black! Fashion police are an everyday annoyance.

I do a lot of the laundry in my house – and it does not include my brother’s. Maybe I should start including his with mine and my parents’ because he always takes my clothes out of the dryer when he needs it and just puts them on the counter without ever folding them. Then, I come by to pick up my warm and dry clothes to fold them, but they are in a wrinkled pile on the counter. In retaliation, I take his out of the dryer and throw them on the floor, putting mine back inside. This goes on and on, and he definitely needs to learn how to fold clothes – or how to be patient and wait for his turn with the dryer. Ahhh…boys…

Yes, it seems as though I am ranting on, but understand that I am addressing everyday annoyances. These are stories of my pain and suffering everyday of my life. (And yes, I know that I am being insanely dramatic.) It seems as though I cannot go a day without seeing the cast of High School Musical (and its damn sequel and sequel-to-be) smiling back at me from some corny poster or cheap little plastic backpack. Miley Cyrus (Hannah Montana grrr) also smiles back at me all the time, and I just wish I could punch her and wipe that stupid smile off her face. Disney Channel is a common annoyance.

To wrap this all up, my stinky cheeses also include getting slivers in my feet from our wooden deck, ch4t$p3@k, fingerprints and smudges on my glasses, and my dogs always whining to go outside when I am busy on the computer. My brothers come home from a baseball game that they just played in, and then tune the TV to channel 770 to watch even more baseball on the Yankee Entertainment Station. Haven’t we seen enough? Okay, almost done. BUT WAIT! Keep reading and you just might see my rant about infomercials and their annoying tactics and techniques. Keep reading my blog for the rest of your days and you will receive a thankful email via me. Everybody has stinky cheeses in their lives (swiss for me!) but I guess that we just have to roll with the punches. I have now reached over 1,000 words in this one “article.” Until I find out more things that irritate me greatly, this is it for now. Over and out.