Cleaning My Room @ MindSay

It looks like a tornado has gone through my room. So I'm cleaning. So much fun. This has basically been an ^{ALL WEEKEND EVENT} (& by all weekend i mean everyday of this _{FOUR DAY WEEKEND} I've been cleaning my room)

I've gone through my clothes and got rid of over half of all that shit I've had since ^{FIFTH GRADE!!!} I went through my old papers and got rid of almost all of that shit. And sadly I still have only cleaned about _{A FOURTH} of my room. I still have ^{THREE FOURTHS} to clean today!!

It looks like I haven't cleaned my room for about _{SIX OR SEVEN YEARS} It is disgusting. I'm beginning to think this is gonna be more like an ^{ALL MONTH EVENT}

Cleveland was long, low, dirty and flat. The girls, black ruffled Bowie hair, black tights, rockabilly heels, same long striped shirt, same furry lashes and make-up, same, same, same. Interchangables. They stalked me from room to room until I finally exploded.

Home is fine. People always shifting around. I can't see George, with his whiny voice and constant input, lasting very much longer. He will run out of money and interest, and move on to another household. Hopefully his mother's. I'm tired of cleaning up after him. Jen is staying or leaving. She'll know by tomorrow. So we'll know by tomorrow.

Sobbing over internal grief is so exhausting. But the Travesty of Memorial Day can be explored another time.

.... she's the rocking chair I want beside me...

Big siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh. So the other day I was super high and hyper so I decided I wanted to be productive. I started cleaning my room.

My room: Okay, so most of you don't know what my room is like. So here's the dirt. My dad gave me the Master bedroom. This first started when we moved (so I could start over after my Mom died). I had been in Peru during this move. When I got picked up and went to the new house I went to the small bedrooms and my stuff wasn't anywhere to be found, freaking out that I had to pack up my own room I ran downstairs to my dad. He told me that I would get more use out of the master bedroom than he would, even though the house was a rental. I. Loved. It. It was actually about the size of my old room, but it had a hall way to the BIG bathroom with a jetcuzzi and lots of closet space. After our house was finished one neighborhood over I got the Master bedroom again. My biggest fault is that the only thing my mom really made me do to take care of my room was making my bed everyday, and bringing sheets down every week. So all of a sudden I was doing my own laundry. I learned what you can and can't bleach the hard way. :\ I was messy, I just left everything out and did the smell test for my clothes. I literally have enough thongs, g-strings, and boyshorts to last me a month and a half (55 total last time I counted). So it wasn't a big deal. And I just wore all black so nothing showed up, and when something spilt I just cleaning it in the sink. Anyways, I have tons of clothes from all my style phases, size changes, and what not. I hate doing laundry when my dad and brother are downstairs because I use the couch to fold stuff, and they make fun of my underwear. :( Buttheads. So they claim I never wash my clothes, I just do it when they are not around.

Oh, my bathroom. I take a jetcuzzi bath almost every night to help me relax. I listen to Coldplay, it makes me happy. Right now, my bathroom is sparkling. My counters are completely white, shower grout is white, and everything is put in order.

My closet is organized. Nice pants hung up in one area, shirts organized in rainbow order, white in front, brown and black in back. Jeans are hung up according to comfort and color of washes. Jackets, sweat shirts, sweat pants are on another rack. Scrubs on put away on the shelves, and socks are in the top drawer of the dresser. Booooo ya!

On top of that I'm beginning to sort out winter/spring clothes from summer clothes so that I take a minimum amount. I don't want my dorm to be too cluttered.

I hope everyone got out and voted today. I did. As ussual I voted straight ticket Dem.

I moved out of the house and into my new apartment on Sunday. Moving is such a bitch. I am still unpacking and trying to find room for all my junk.

the apartment only have two rooms so I hacve decided to set it up with a bedroom/living room and a kitchen/dining room. I have the bedroom/living room set up but still have to unpack the stuff in the kitchen/dining room before I cna set that up. I decided not to take the couch in the house when it fell apart while I was cleaning up on saturday.

So far I like the place. my only complaints would be the the owner insists on having the heat oon high 24/7. Also, the apartment is right next to the power plant so it is a little noisy but I can learn to  live with that.

Thanks for reading,

Mark M. 

I got a call tonight that sent me into Total Stress Mode version 5000. I really wanted to play phone tag then, call someone else up and have them listen to my problems with other person's problems, but I didn't really feel like being a bother like that since it's the night before school... or the wee hours of the morning of school... so instead I went into a crazed obsessive compulsive cleaning rampage. Besides cleaning the whole downstairs of my house and doing endless loads of dishes and laundry, I cleaned my room. Yes, I tackled the demon. Actually, it fought back really well, I was impressed. I am prevailing though! I can see my carpet and the majority of my clothes are put away.

     It's been so long since I last cleaned my room that I had to start a pile of clothes and stuff to go to white-E because they had long since been outgrown. (I haven't grown since sixth grade...) Man, I feel so very accomplished. I can't go to bed until the last load of laundry is done either, my bedding is all in the washer and I cannnot find any other to sleep with. Oh well, there's more shambles to un-shamblize.

This was a boring entry, sorry all

Track of the boring entry: "Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger"--Daft Punk