Sunday, March 27, 2011

Stupid snowy weather

It's just another lovely unsunny day in Rapid City, SD. Snow and slush everywhere.
Today is a good day for relaxation and to enjoy the wonderful indoors with music, chores, and hot coco.
mmmmm.....Chocolate.
So I've been keeping myself busy so far today with laundry and dishes. My most favorite chores ever! (not so much) Specially since the laundry has piled up so high that when I sorted them into loads on my bed.... the bed kinda pulled a magic act and vanished from existence. Some how the idea of using a TARDIS to store my laundry is starting to seem like a good idea. lol. Tiny on the outside and massive on the inside. Besides doing laundry does kind of seem like something "we" un-important humans would have found a way to NOT have to do by now. I'm not talking about a maid service or laundry service either. I'm thinking that a Rube Goldberg machine / TARDIS type gizmo would do the trick. Who needs a washer and dryer anyways when they take up valuable space that could be used to house your very own time and relative dimensions in space, high tech, made of old gadgets Rube Goldberg washer? That would so much more cool to look at anyways. The plus side is that since a TARDIS is Sooooo big on the inside it could also store all of your seasonal decorations, extra linens, and maybe even all the stuff you just don't want to part with, but otherwise have no room to keep. It would also make for a very interesting steam-punk conversation piece for when you have house guests.....
I guess that's all besides the point. Back to the vanishing bed act:
So anyways it took me a good hour to finally be able to see my bed. It hadn't disappeared after all it was just merely playing hide and go seek. However I am still it and trying to track the laundry down and get it put away before the clock stops counting the daylight hours left. Ugh..... I know I will eventually get there.

Dishes came by easier that I would have suspected, but I owe that one to the boyfriend, who as been so sweet as to buy me dinner that few nights. Dishes were more of an escape from the Mount Everest of laundry in the bedroom.

In a way not only do I hate doing dishes, but I also enjoy it. It gives me time to think about things. I try to think about important things that need to get done or what to do later in the day.
Today was a total lack of useful thinking. Not sure why, but as I scrubbed the plates all I could think about was what it would be like if for some reason or another what it would be like if American Idol, Dancing with the Stars, and Survivor were actually shows designed to brainwash millions of Americans. I mean seriously! What is the point of all these stupid rubbish shows anyways? Has the American public gotten so dull that they find these shows really amusing? (no offense if you do, but I just can't stand them!)
So anyways there I was doing the dishes and the next thought that popped into my head was about how someone should make a movie highlighting the terrors and horrors of reality television. I got that thought how? I tried to imagine what it would be like if I were to ever be on such a show and cringed in absolute feelings of well.... yucky! The only way that I would ever be on such a lame television program would be either
A) I've been brainwashed
B) A monkey stole my brains
C) I was kidnapped and tortured against my will
D) I am in hell
or
F)The laundry teleported me to another dimension where everyone is forced to do reality TV

*sigh*

Sadly I am now terrified of dishes and fear that I will have to find a way to make my own dishwasher since I cannot afford to buy one. If there was a way to clean dishes ironically I would be set, but alas human technology has not evolved far enough for such a thing to exist. 

Well enough mumbling of useless ideas for now and back to the pile of laundry. Somehow it appears to have grown while I've been blogging. If I didn't know any better I'd say it is living, breathing, and thinking about eating me for lunch. *gulp*

Where's the hot coco when you need it?

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