Diswashers, room-cleaning and coffee.

I never quite got the fact that some people pick their nose in public.
And I've been eager to ask my parents if they would please, please, please be so gentle to install a dishwasher into our kitchen instead of letting me and my brother doing the dishes every.. fricking.. evening!
Yeah, that's right, we're probably the only family in the Netherlands that doesn't have a dishwasher. (Even if we did have one, I'd still have to put the dishes in and out of it, I'm sure. My parents are so lazy sometimes, haha.)

And I had to clean my room. Again. If it were my decision I'd never clean my room. Nah, that's a lie, maybe if it got really messy and the bugs were almost multiplying by 6.
I've found a good system for myself now, though. I just invite friends over. The day before they come over I totally panick and then I'd find myself cleaning every inch and every corner of my room JUST so my friends will think I'm clean, and nice, and cozy. (I'm everything but clean.)
The reason why I had to clean my room wasn't only because it was messy, but mainly because I spilled coffee in my room. You're probably thinking: Why did she had coffee in her room? Well, I'll tell you.
.. Because I was thirsty and I had to do my homework.
So I got coffee.
And I spilled it.
.. I'm so glad I don't have a carpet in my room anymore.

Love,
Miranda.