Debutante

Two feats I’ve accomplished this weekend:

First, I’ve finally get to clean the pigsty I call my room. It’s been ages since I’ve fully cleaned my room.. and I realized how disgusting it was now that it’s nice and neat. Well, what can I expect, I share it with my very untidy, sloppy little sis (to say the least). I hauled out the dirty laundry. I think, all in all, I’ve washed six fucking batches of dirty clothes.. If you ask me where the hell those clothes came from, well, let’s just say that I’ve discovered other “closets,” dirty-clothes dumpsites, under my bed and in the corners of my room.

I am a slob, yea, but I blame it all on my sister. I’d ask her to clean up a bit and she’ll just give me attitude. She’s the most insensitive, most immune pig to my reverse psychologies.

“Paula, don’t you want our room to be clean? Doesn’t it bother you that everything’s all over the places?”

“Why, does it bother you?” she’d cunningly retort.

“Not really,” I’d bluff. “I couldn’t care less.. I’m just saying.. dont you get tired of all this mess?”

“Well, it doesn’t bother me. I don’t mind. You can clean it if you want though.”

Ugh.. Little sisters..

But hey, at least our room is clean now, and I’m happy.

Second, for the first time, I’ve filled up my car! Woot woot! I came up to the register at the gas station:

“Twenty bucks for number seven please,” I amicably said.

“Twenty-five?” the old man asked holding out the 5-dollar bills in the air. He must’ve miscounted the bills. For a second I wanted to con the old man and just say ‘yea, give me a 25′ but I believe in karma.. And I think I’ve been really [badly] karma-tized for the last 2 weeks.. so I told him I’ve only given him four five-dollar bills. Five times four.. yea, it only comes up to twenty. hehe..

He punches in the sale, and I stood there waiting for him to say something.

“Uhm.. is that it?” I asked.

“What do you say?”

“Is that it? Am I free to go? Sorry this is my first time filling my gas tank.. so do I just leave?”

English seemed to be the cashier’s second language, and he might not have been a big fan of small talks. So after giving him my sorry-to-embarrass-myself-in-front-of-you smile, I quickly exited the store whilst laughing to myself.

BUT the important thing is I’ve done it! And I’m not such a noobie anymore (as Edelyne put it). Haha..

But damn. Gas prices are no joke! I paid for my gas with my own money, and this CANNOT continue. Mom’s gotta reimburse me for it. I’ve no job. No extra income. I only rely on government welfare and I’ve got nothing to spare. Haha.. They’re the brutal truths.. (okay, not the government welfare part, but still!)