My computer absolutely refuses to believe that onomatopoeia is a word. And I've looked it up in three different online dictionaries, and in my actual Oxford dictionary. I am spelling it correctly. But my computer still gives me the stupid red squiggly line that means, "Hey, moron, that's not the way you spell it!" But, dear me, when I right clicked on the word to see it correctly spelled, it just said there were no suggestions. It's just not a word.
It doesn't exist.
Well, my computer is just stupid. People are worried about computers becoming too smart and taking over the world? *scoff* With computers like my little ASUS in the robot rebellion/uprising, I think humanity will be just fine and dandy.
Anyway, I thought I'd give the uploading of the pictures starring my new apartment another shot since I promised like a million and five years ago I'd put them up.
This would be...the kitchen.
Yes, that is a pile of drying dishes in our draining board, and those are my purple gloves. I do not ordinarily do dishes, of course, but when I have to do dishes (like when Padawan is sick), I have to have the gloves because touching dirty dishes with my bare hands really grosses me out.
This is the dining room and then a shot of the living room.
There isn't a clear divider because it's a small apartment, but there's enough room. And that big, round, brown chair is the most awesome chair in the world to read, watch TV, and nap on. For the record. And yes, our couch is red and so is our table cloth because I like warm colors, and I like fun colors. And I happened to like the red cover better than the tan cover, which would have looked really boring in this room with a brown chair and coffee table and an olive green accent wall. I think the red looks awesome and fun.
Yes. That is Rock Band next to the TV. And the picture on the green wall was drawn for me by Lydia (formerly Wheat) for my twentieth birthday.
I just wanted to show you guys the TV that is NOT mounted. Don't you guys agree with me that the TV would look way better mounted on the wall instead of sitting there on that ugly black stand that completely doesn't match the rest of the furniture? And don't even get me started on that stupid exercise bike that we never use but Padawan insists on keeping in my damn living room. You guys think that big ugly bike looks all wrong in the living room, too, right?
I'm not including pictures of the bedroom or bathroom in this post because as of the time the pictures were taken, the bedroom and bathroom floors were dedicated to massive piles of laundry sorted into appropriate colors for washing: lights, mediums, darks, blues, reds, and jeans.
Yes. I color coordinate my laundry to ensure that no colors fade or mix unnecessarily. I realize that it above and beyond the effort most people extend for their laundry, but I am obsessed with bleeding colors. And while part of me wants to try that Shout Color Catcher thing that absorbs bleeding colors so that you don't have to sort your laundry, (This is something I know was invented for men, who don't believe in sorting colors) I like the method of sorting everything into neat little piles that dry within a reasonable amount of time and aren't heavy to move from room to room.
But I will give you a really cute picture of Choo Choo, who on this particular day jumped up onto Padawan's computer chair before jumping into the laundry net on the stand that I had thrown a blanket in to get it out of my way. It was Choo Choo's blanket, and I guess she got cold because when I went to pull it out and throw it in the appropriate pile, I found she had burrowed into it and was looking at me with the cutest little face.
Great balls of fire! My dog is so cute sometimes it's almost disgusting. Look at that little face! Look at it! You know it made you smile.