It's Monday and, here we are again, I've got a messy room. We're in this weird on and off relationship where I tell myself that you're no good for me and then, somehow, you creep back into my life. I tell myself on Monday that it's never going to happen again and that I will be able to see my carpet for the rest of the week. See, Monday afternoon, after my classes are finished and I walk back into my dorm, you catch me at a very weak point. I am so tired, and you say, "throw those skinny jeans on the floor and put on those yoga pants on, girl." In my head I say, "this is what I need right now." And so the cycle begins. It starts off so innocently. Then the shoes come off, and the socks, and the coat, and the sweatshirt. It's still only Monday.
Tuesday comes around, and the clothes of yesterday are moved to the side to make room for the clothes of today. My roommate has never been more salty as she looks at me with pure disgust. She starts off sweet, joking around, asking if there have been any tornadoes recently. Then she goes in for the kill. "You need to clean this right now, I can't live like this anymore." Ashamed, I go to look down at the floor, when I realize, there is no floor! Crap. I tell her that I'll clean it once I'm not busy.
Wednesday rolls around and my roommate gives me an ultimatum. Or, at least, that's what I think it is. "I'm having friends over," she texts me. In my head, I guess it's now or never. Determined, I head back to the room. I will make this room suitable for guests! I sit down on a pile of clothes, contemplating where to begin, and begin to watch panda videos. I fall asleep. Crap, again?
Thursday. Alright, today's the day! I'm finally going to do it. But then... my best friend asks if I want to go out for lunch. I can't say no, can I? We end up having lunch, doing homework, and then dinner. By the time I finally get home I am again, too tired to clean. Crap, crap, crap!
Friday. No more nonsense, this is getting out of hand. Go to class and come back and clean! I tell myself, "You have no obligations on a Friday." I go to class, I come back and... I CLEAN! My roommate comes back and is beyond excited. She wonders how long it will last.
Saturday rolls around and I do not want to begin to create a new mess, so I really make sure I put everything away. The same goes for Sunday.
I wonder what Monday will bring?
