Is it weird that while I was cleaning I was talking to myself, writing this blog in my head? Yes, the answer is most likely yes. And I don't even remember what I was saying, so I have to wing this like every other one. Mmkay.
So today I cleaned my entire room. I get a lot of packages from my parents, like eight at once, so taking contents out, finding a place for them, and repeating the process eight hundred times is tedious and difficult. When I get to one box left, I'm pretty proud of myself, and put everything left over in it, and have it in my room always. This means a huge cardboard box is occupying precious space that I don't have to begin with. Today I tackled this box. I dumped it out on my comforter and threw the box away, so I was forced to find places for everything. It kind of worked. I still have some crap... but now it's in plastic bags. Upgrade! Maybe.
I changed my sheets before I did laundry, then made my bed and scattered stuff all over it, and just now after I showered and exfoliated and scrubbed I crawled into bed, and saw/smelled fresh sheets. SO NICE.
Yesterday was a hard core study day: ten hours at starbucks with pee breaks and the occasional "I'm going insane, are you??" question between Yolie and I. They kicked us out at 11, when they closed, and after we went to her apartment and drank champagne, (classy: check.) listened to hardcore rap/embarrassing songs, (trashy: check.) and smoked. ( :] check) I got home around 5.30, woke up at 3.00. No studying today :(((((((( but tomorrow for sursies.
I'm actually going to make an appearance at church tomorrow, apppppparently people have been asking why I don't go anymore and from all my grandma's church friends I've learned church gossip is one of the worst kinds. I need to be up in seven hours. merrrr. And I can't get The Postal Service's "the district sleeps alone tonight" out of my headd:
You seem so out of context
In this gaudy apartment complex
A stranger with your door key
Explaining that I am just visiting
And I am finally seeing
Why I was the one worth leaving
In this gaudy apartment complex
A stranger with your door key
Explaining that I am just visiting
And I am finally seeing
Why I was the one worth leaving
xox,
loveacrosstheocean : )
[photo caption: "dark blue" -jack's mannequin.]
Wow. It sounds like you get so much accomplished in one day. I'm jealous. :[ And lazy, but that's beside the point. ;]
ReplyDeleteI frown on the inside at your hooligan lifestyle you whippersnapper. ;]
I miss you. -3-
p.s. The Postal Service's "the district sleeps alone tonight" is such a beautiful song. I love it. I wish I had more interesting things to say. :\ Meh. I'm dull. You know that.