I was getting ready for bed a little while ago, and started brushing my teeth. I’ve long been aware that my bathroom is the place in my apartment where I am most able to hear my neighbors (still doesn’t keep me from practicing “Las Mananitas” in the shower), but I was a little surprised how well I could hear my neighbor’s music… OVER the sound of his running shower AND me brushing my teeth. Oh well, at least it seemed like pretty catchy music. I play music a lot too, so I can’t really complain.
After I stopped brushing my teeth I thought, MAN, these walls have no sound insulation at all! It’s not even that muffled! What’s the deal? And it sounds like Heart; is it Heart? And I got close to the wall to see if I could make it out. Here’s the weird part… the music FADED as I got closer to the wall.
That’s when I realized that it wasn’t my neighbor’s music at all. While I was brushing my teeth, I stepped on my raincoat, which was on the floor in front of my bathroom sink, where I dropped it when I got home from work, because you know what? I’m the only one who uses my bathroom. Yeah. And my ipod was in my raincoat pocket, so I inadvertently turned on the tunes and turned up the volume, and it was, indeed, Heart.
My place is a MESS. Apparently I need a coat hook. I need to go to the store and buy some real food, for real meals. I need to pick up the sheet music that is all over the living room floor. I so need to water my tomato plant, and do laundry, and make a trip to goodwill, and mail the packages that have been sitting in my hallway FOREVER. My little living room table hasn’t been clear since… probably since I moved here. And I need a haircut. Bad.
Thank goodness I have proper motivation to shape up… my dad and brother are coming to visit! YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY! They will be here in a week. I hope I can pull it together by then. Maybe even a haircut.
