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With a dash of vanilla air freshener...

Let us begin, briefly, with my absolutely atrocious driving lesson today. I thought perhaps today's lesson plus four more might allow me to obtain my "P" plates with 9 days to spare before my Learner's License runs out.

I must say I'm deeply impressed by my own optimism and self-confidence. The "5 More Lessons" plan was folly. That's never going to work. It's time to move on and readjust the plan to account for the fact that I oversteer like it's going out of fashion. Except that oversteering is already out of fashion beacuse it can lead to mounting the gutter. Oversteering definitely leads to an appalled driving instructor shaking his head in displeasure. I happen to know this.

As my depression is gradually starting to get better, and I no longer feel the need to spend all day eating and wallowing in my own indifference, I think it best to celebrate the day's triumphs rather than its spectacular show-stopping failures. So, let us move to the cleanliness of my bedroom.

The other night I found a cockroach in my room, much to my disgust and disdain. I have had a great disliking for the disgusting little bastards ever since one crawled across the edge of my bed, not two inches from the nose of your intrepid journalist. I freaked out, and I continue to freak out about the sight of a cockroach.

Let me also take this moment to point out that my room, while it was not perfect, was not nearly as messy as the Fraternal Unit's domain, which includes clothes on the floor, evidently a favourite of cockroaches. Also, we have a perfectly adequate disgusting garage full of junk, on account of us being in mid-move. There's a kitchen full of food that the ants seem to enjoy: surely there is room to share with their disgusting scuttly cousins. There are many places for a cockroach to enjoy itself; to be in my room seems like malice.

But I digress. After my fifteen minute quest to track and kill the resilient swine, I put salt down in a few lines around the possible hiding places of a gang of cockroaches, (the pile of shoes between the wall and the drawers and the wardrobe), but no dead cockroaches appeared within the next two days. I take it this means my unwelcome visitor was a one off. However, when combined with the loss of my TV remote, the appearance of this hideous creature was impetus enough to make me clean my room.

And I mean CLEAN.

At first it was just going to be a tidy. But then I decided to remove the Grandmother's photo-albums from on top of the wardrobe, in order to free up storage space, and really do a job on the room. It took five hours. Drawers were rearranged, surfaces given a thorough scrubbing to remove whatever anonymous grime had accumulated. Books were transferred from their single box into a second, in order to prevent the slight overspill being scattered about the room, or stacked untidily wherever I could be bothered. Winter and formal clothes were put into Geraldine, my beautiful pink suitcase, who was then stowed on top of the wardrobe, instead of standing in the corner looking battered from her trip to New Zealand.

My art supplies were rearranged in their box, to the point where I decided my two hundred odd coloured pencils were arranged in a most haphazard manner and required sorting. Now I have them sorted into boxes by colour! It's much better.

All: *coughs* ANAL!

Bite me.

The exercise books scattered about the room were gathered together in one place and the smaller soft toys arranged neatly on top of things instead of being forced to lie about the bed on their faces. I placed a lovely squishy cow on top of my DVD player to prevent said appliance being used as a repository for papers.

I vacuumed the room, relegated sheets, dressing gowns and anything that smelt musty to the laundry hamper. I stacked boxes, drum-kit and so forth, neatly in the wardrobe, uncluttered the bedside table, and moved the remaining boxes to more out of the way places, so I wouldn't use them as tables.

I finally settled on the locations of boxes and furniture, vacuumed again, resheeted the bed, put the larger soft toys down in neat semi-permanent homes beside the bed, threw out a bunch of crap, and finally, the piece de resistance...

A few sprays of the vanilla air freshener I found in the toilet. I'm not a big fan of vanilla, but one uses what resources are at one's disposal, wot wot.

It's lovely in there now. Looks much less cluttered (and therefore bigger). Everything has its place, the pencils are colour-sorted (The Paternal says he needs to talk to me about that...), the soft toys don't look nearly as sad and resentful. And everything has a vanilla fresh scent.

My dust allergy didn't even act up TOO much.

Oh... and I found the remote.


And The Paternal has just informed us that he made an offer on a house that we all like. None of us were in absolutely in love with the place, but simply to get five people of two sexes and three generations to agree on a house is a major triumph, especially given the place is cheap. So we agreed to try and buy it.

They have agreed to sell it to us at considerably less than the asking price!

Of course, the deal may fall through if one or other of the parties backs out, but this is good. This is a positive step forward.

And I've just cleaned a room I may be moving out of in a month or two...

At least it saves me cleaning it later. Ahaha! I'm smart after all!


A day of triumphs really, however you look at it.

The fact that I couldn't steer a car properly if I were threatened with a 2x4 is really, under the circumstances, neither here nor there.


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Feb. 3rd, 2006 07:09 am (UTC)
I was about to clean my room and then I thought "I will just check out LJ first", after reading your post I am exhausted and have lost motivation and now think I might just lie on top of the mess listening to cd's for a few days more. Nice work.
Feb. 3rd, 2006 07:17 am (UTC)
Hooray Kayt!

And I don't think its at all unusual to colour code 500 pencils :P

And most excellent news on the house front!
Feb. 3rd, 2006 07:20 am (UTC)
Yes, but this is you.
Feb. 3rd, 2006 07:21 am (UTC)
How long do your learner's last for? Ours are 10 years! Yours suck.

Feb. 3rd, 2006 07:24 am (UTC)
Yep - that ten year limit is quite a boon if you're lazy about getting your Ps.
Feb. 3rd, 2006 08:19 am (UTC)
urgh, mine has just run out, i need to work out if it's a benefit getting it renewed or just getting my 18+ card... pah, it's only $20, i just have to do that stupid test again.
Feb. 3rd, 2006 08:31 am (UTC)
ACT L's last only 2 years and you have to do the test again and pay $20 to renew them, or you can move to melb wth expired L's renew them with no test for $17 and be lazy for 10 years -yay!
Feb. 3rd, 2006 07:26 am (UTC)
Plendiferous work, good Kayt. That vanilla room freshener is a brilliant touch. There used to be one called Cotton Sky (whatever that is) that I quite liked.

Well done on finding the remote, too.

And huzzah for the house news! Is this the one with built-in robes in all bedrooms? At any rate, I hope it all goes well and you find yourself in a proper-sized room before long. Of course, it will mean you'll have to do a new tour of your room for us. :)
Feb. 3rd, 2006 08:20 am (UTC)
right, now you can come do mine :P

ah, not much point, really, moving out of here soon.

Better yet, you can come help me clean out Gillian's room. 5 spiders so far and counting... *shudder*
Feb. 3rd, 2006 12:54 pm (UTC)
How long are your Learners Licences valid for in NSW or ACT or wherever you got it? Mine's 10 years...2015!
Feb. 4th, 2006 03:36 am (UTC)
Good luck with getting the new house, and congratulations on getting the room organised, its easier to pack an organised room so good job.
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