Messy Room @ MindSay

.... 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.

It's rainy and windy. I love this weather, especially since I don't have to work until five, but I'm also sort of sad, b/c I'm assuming it's from Rita? I know we can get side effects and stuff like this from her..but I don't know.

I'm still trying to think of something to write in Ryan's yearbook. It's hard.

I need to study and clean my room, but all I want to do is scrapbook.

That's all.

Chels.