domestic demoniac

Came back early(ish) again today. While I was waiting for my bowl of instant noodles to stop spinning round and round with a loud "Ding" from the microwave, I suddenly decided that I would tackle the problem of my frozen over freezer.

The second storage drawer of my freezer had been frozen over for ages, so much so that the struggle to open it have cause two ugly, violent cracks to appear in the drawer. My parents had tried valiantly to defrost our stubborn fridge during the month I was here, but despite switching the refridgerator off for the entire day (they switched it back on at night so the food wouldn't go bad) the drawer remained persistently frozen.

On a whim, I decided to take a look at it.

The next thing I knew, I was on my elbows and knees, bent forward, neck twisted, peering up at the frozen-over drawer bottom, with a large kitchen scissors in hand, chipping, knocking, and banging away at the ice. Scooped out the ice chips that showered down, dumped them into the sink, then continued at it: chip chip chip knock knock bang with blind mulish persistence.

I think if my housemates hadn't come back for dinner, I would have stuck at it until I defrosted the bugger, just because you know, I didn't like the idea of it taunting me with its persistent frozen-ness, and I decided it had to go.

My housemates laughed at the ferocity with which I was hammering (scissoring?) the ice, and said it must be because I had unspent energy, not being used to coming home this early. They may have a point. Which leads me to wonder.. what would I be like if I weren't in this job, or if *gasp* I were to become stay-at-home housewife in future? Would I transmogrify from my sloppy self into a domestic maniac, militantly patrolling the cleanliness of my domain? Hmmm... food for thought.

On other note, I found a guy who has the same birthday as I do! I stumbled across his website sometime last year and thought he was kinda cute, but then things got busy and I stopped reading. And just yesterday I thought of the site again and visited and discovered the same birthday fact, which is a completely random coincidence, but just thought it was noteworthy (in a random factoid #3486 way)

On another random note, my keyboard is all moody and pissy. Sometimes the special symbol keys don't work, and I am left pressing down the "Shift" key and hammering violently on number "9" just to get open a parenthesis. *sigh* the drama of my life