First let me start off by saying a couple things. Yes I've cleaned my apartment it's one of the reasons I haven't had any writing material recently. Yes I plan on covering an actual event in my next piece, but not today! Now onto the topic at hand. I was out and about today and chugging my favorite green tea from my favorite water bottle to keep my spirits and caffeine intake high. I couldn't help being reminded of my most embarrassing moment in college at UNLV that happened just last semester, and involved this water bottle. I was on my way to my Asian Studies class which was my favorite but was also later at night on one of my busier days. I had also been freelance writing for a business man here in Vegas so I was really tired and decided to switch out my water for some diet Dr. Pepper AKA my weakness at the time. I usually had a small water bottle with a twist on lid I used for soda so my water bottle wouldn't develop a funky taste. The small size also helped me from getting more than I should. Well today I had forgotten it and decided what the hell, I'll just use my regular one this once, no biggie. As you can see this water bottle is not a twist cap, it's a pressure cap with a straw. So I got to class early like always, sat down, opened my bottle....and it ERUPTED!!! I don't mean it got on the table some or fizzed over. I mean it shot out in a beam that almost touched the ceiling and got everywhere. It was all over the table, the floor, and of all over me. Everyone watched what happened in silence as it happened. After sitting there for what seemed like forever just staring into nothing thinking "what have I done", I stood up and walked out. I really wish I could have heard any conversations that happened when I left because I'm sure there was some. I passed the professor who just gave me a weird look. Now don't think I'm the evil kind of person who would actually leave and not come back with a sticky classroom behind me. I went into the bathroom to wash myself off a bit and grabbed as many paper towels as I could and headed back. I walked into that classroom and cleaned up every bit of sticky soda that was there, washed off my water bottle, and sat down just in time to start class. I still drank what was left in my bottle, I just kept the lid off and never talked to anyone in that class. I did however have to give a presentation not too long after about Hmong culture and you would be stupid to think I didn't have that on my mind the whole time.
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Can we talk for a moment about my hoarding obsession? It makes no sense! I hate clutter and long for a modern, minimalist style, with a touch of zen. What's keeping me from this? A fear of throwing anything out that I've had for as long as I can remember. The other day I looked around and screamed "I just want to throw all of this away!" I then picked up a tiny water bottle and said "I might need this", and set it down. Maybe this is the complex that comes with a person who has no sense of permanence. Or because being poor has led me to believe if I run out of things, what will I have to do? But the oddest part is that you would think someone with this mindset would have the sense of style that comes with it. Maybe a rustic or Liberace mess. But just looking at anything like that gives me anxiety, which is the reason I always have anxiety. So I should just throw everything out once I'm done with my perpetual laziness. I should probably be a good blogger and show you before and after pictures, maybe even some of the process. Then again that would mean you seeing how horrid my abode is. Maybe just of the closet? I wallow in a life of hypocrisy everyday that I'm too lazy to clean. Part of me knows I should just hire a maid, one of those naked ones I always see advertised on Craigslist. Yes, I would like that but alas I need to do this alone.
