A/N: Sorry I didn't update yesterday. I was (kind of) grounded.
Chapter 5
Liesel POV
Dear Diary,
Have you ever been in love?
I mean, really in love that seeing that person just make you smile and want to kiss him?
I'm kind of in the middle.
Sure, Rudy's sweet, kind and handsome. But sometimes, he's a jerk, he stink (especially after track practice), he's also a prankster.
But last Saturday, the Spring Dance, was probably one of the most hated and loved days in my life. I loved it because it was romantic and Rudy kissed me. I hated it because my date blew me off, my feet were killing me, I danced with the one of the most handsome guy in school, and Rudy kissed me.
Find the similarity of the two!
Yep, I both hated and loved Rudy's kissing. I can't get enough of it and I want it to stop!
I probably don't make sense, but in short, I hated it and loved it at the same time.
Since it's Spring Break, it's time again for Spring Cleaning!
Spring Cleaning is not my favorite chore at all time. Actually, I hated it. I mean, we have to clean the whole house! Down to the last brick!
My duty was to clean the basement, my room and my bathroom. Ugh. So I put on my cargo shorts, my very comfy v-neck shirt and tied my hair in to a pony tail.
I didn't know cleaning would take so much work! When I was a kid, I only get to clean dad's office. And that was really clean! I hardly even did anything!
But this year, my mom thinks that "cleaning up the whole house can make me learn the lessons of being an adult."
Well, if I had to do this for the rest of my life, bring on Edward Cullen! I don't want to be an adult! I don't want to do Spring Cleaning ever again!
Though maybe having immortality is not the best thing. I still have to do Spring Cleaning. Forever. Damn it!
Cleaning the basement was easy. Just a few vacuum here and there, a little scrubbing, and dusting, voila! Done! Piece of cake! Didn't even broke a sweat!
My room was moderate. I'm a clean person, so I did the same thing I did in the basement. But I have to add stuff. Mom said I have to take out all the things and clothes I don't use anymore. That was easy.
Before Spring even came, I already have these two large boxes in my room. I labeled the boxes: "Clothes To Give" and "Things To Take Out". I'm such a genius.
But taking them to the front of the house, I didn't plan. I'm not a huge muscle guy who can lift those! So, that's the time I broke sweat. I pushed and pulled to the hallway. It took me fifteen minutes just to get the first box out to the stairs. And the stairs were another problem.
Why can't this house have an elevator or an escalator!?
I have to, gently, push the box down so it won't rip apart. That took me twenty minutes. Then I have to push the box out of the front door. The distance between the stairs and the front door was only five feet away, but it took me another ten minutes to get it out.
By the time I got to the front of the house, I was sweating like a pig and breathing like I had asthma. I have to take my shirt off just to cool myself. I even leaned to the side of the box to take a breather. Good thing I put on a tank top. Or else I would be humiliated.
Total time to take out one box to the front of the house: 40 minutes.
Total time to take out both boxes: an hour and twenty minutes.
After I took the second box out, my mom made lemonade and cookies! Thank God! I shoved all the cookies I can hold in my mouth and drowned myself in lemonade. It was 80 degrees Fahrenheit out! It's almost ten in the morning! I deserve the break!
Now for the bathroom. Now, I said I'm a clean person, so maybe cleaning the bathroom would be a piece of cake.
Or not.
My bathroom is big enough for a married couple to have. It's huge.
Total time to clean the bathroom: five hours.
Total number of shirts I changed into: seven.
Total number of gallons of sweat I perspirated: probably ten.
Total number of cookies I ate: 35.
Total number of glasses of lemonade I drank: 42.
In conclusion, my week was the worst ever.
-Liesel
A/N: Is it a ten? I doubt it. RnR?