hello beautiful traffic. how ive missed you.

Saturday, the day where every teen goes off to a friends house to party or go to chongaville and watch a movie. but no, not me.
I had to wake up at 6am. like every other day, just to be at my moms by 7.
she lives about 138 blocks away from me.
then how about, half of the city population decides to crowd up the streets and drive slower than snails move. hello beautiful traffic.
we ended up going to chongaville for four hours and 36 minutes.
how ironic.

holes.countless ripped seams.random stains.
apparently, my clothes had a war with bleach, tomato sauce and company.
Once i got home, i decided to organize my room.
lets just say that it started out being fun and ended up being a burden.
since im known to be a perfectionist, whenever i do something it always has to be perfect.
honestly, i wish i had a turn off/turn on button on this urge to have everything in control.
really, i do. one day my dad told me to clean the bathroom.
i took seven hours to clean it. but i didn't just clean it, i made it flawless. you could eat off the floor and use it as a mirror at the same time. I'm serious. It was spotless.
I literally scrubbed scrubbed the grout with Oxy clean and bleach until it shined white opaque.
it was so painful that i still remember. I couldnt sit straight for about an hour cause my back had gotten so accustomed to being arched over.
well, i ended up finishing and it looks awesome.
i got to put up my canopy, my Taylor Swift poster and my mirror, well..thats for next time.

p.s:
never leave common sense at the doorstep.

jeanine