I just spent the last two hours cleaning me room... And I'm nowhere near done. Urg, cursed annual clean-and-organize room event. The cleaning isn't the bad part, it's the organizing. Everything I want to keep but never use gets put into boxes and moved to the closet. All artwork/posters are tacked to the wall. All books, journals, writing papers, writing folders, notebooks, etc. are lined up on shelves. And this would all be made easier if I had the boxes to put everything in, had the tacks to hang up everything, and had the space to organize books, writing, etc. stuff that is being taken up by the stuff that needs to go into boxes or on the wall.
I give anyone who understood that huge credit because after reading it over, I myself failed to comprehend it. Oh yeah, and, because of all the dust, I'm sneazing like crazy. Why does my bedroom hate me so?



































