Quality of underaged's life

Since my parents' time is running out, they've decided to improve the quality of my life by making me clean my room. For real, this time. The carpet doesn't stop being a part of your room just because it is under a table.

Let's admit that this isn't an extraordinary situation, I've been through an enormously large number of such situations and I'm sure that so have you, if you have parents.

This time, real changes were about to be made - a new cupboard was to replace plastic IKEA boxes (stuffed with Lego, one-legged dolls, etc. -  the usual possessions of a student approaching her adulthood ;) ). A change, which I have agreed to. Mea culpa. Mea freaking most-culping culpa.

Time setting is essential to fully understand the story. The plans were made during Christmas break and by its end, my father got all the material. With the end of the semester approaching, I told him to wait, because I knew I wouldn't have time. 

A week later, late Friday afternoon, I came home as usual to find my room --- well, I won't go into much detail but all the clothes from my wardrobe were piling on my floor, desk, chair and bed. Turns out it was necessary to move the wardrobe about an inch to the side to fit the new cupboard in (yes, it was made, and yes, it was in my room). So my father threw the clothes out and put the cupboard in it's place leaving the empty wardrobe in the middle of my room to considerately consult a minor change he suggested was made on the wardrobe.

All this on the Friday of the weekend during which I was an embodiment of the "Studying = student + dying" equivalency. Thanks, dad.

IF YOU DO NOT LIKE HAPPY ENDINGS, STOP READING NOW!!!

P.S.: To give this story a happy ending: 

1) I have survived studying (I'm not sure about coping with them but since this moment hasn't come yet, I'm still here).

2) As I already suggested, my parents are running out of time...... Sweet February 6 is just behind a corner

Jan 1, 2009

As the end of the year approaches, (not only but most significantly) media create an overwhelming excitement and expectation that this is THE END of certain period and everything will be different, starting Jan, 1. I've never understood this all-of-a-sudden-Make-a-resolution!ness, and have never been surprised by the inevitable subsequent forget-your-resolution-and-go-back-to-the-old-you-you've-swore-you-hatedness that usually starts around Jan 15 of the same year.

Another New Years Eve's feature that's been eluding me is the irresistible need to get all orally transmitted infections that are currently present amongst the population of your county. Perhaps it's the desire to lengthen the Christmas holiday or a part of fulfilling the "spend less money on medication by naturally-earned stronger immunity" resolution.

To be honest, however, I should admit that I too have taken part last night. I was wise enough to not make a resolution, but I did kiss a considerable number of people. At least I can blame it on gin and tonic. Champagne. Cinzano.Wine. The first Cuban of my life.....Happy new year everyone!