Urgh, chores

So growing up my parents didn’t really make me do chores. I would do them sometimes out of boredom but really I didn’t do any ever. So now that I am living on my own I’ve come to the realization that after you eat spaghetti, the bowl, fork and cheese grater are dirty. And you need to clean them. Every time.

Now I know a lot of people are like ‘Karol that’s life, deal with it.’ But like, it sucks. Like I do it. But that doesn’t mean I enjoy it >=/

Anyways so I’m working as a web developer at a bank company and it’s pretty interesting. I always thought that web design/development is one of those things I would only like as a hobby and not as a job. But I was wrong, I rather enjoy the fact that I’m editing images and web pages just like I would on this web site. Although who knows, in 4 months I could hate it with all my soul.

*Can’t think of a good way to transition to next topic*

So I have a heater in my new room since it gets pretty cold in here. My parents brought it over yesterday and I thought the story behind it was pretty interesting. Turns out this heater is as old as I am. When I was born apparently I was yellow (For whatever reason, I knew there were complications when I was born. Don’t really know the details) and I had to be just in my diaper all day. But my room where I was in was cold, so my parents bought this heater so my little butt wouldn’t freeze off.

And now the same heater, almost 20 years later, is still keeping me warm,

Alright, that’s it for this blog. I got to go do some chores -_- BLEGH.