Accumulation of Junk

Once upon a time it was finals week. I was studying for my English test which I have to take this very night at 7 PM which is in less than nine hours, when I realized....

And hence I am writing a blog post instead.

And what precisely is it, that this post is to be about?

YES! Something else I'm supposed to be doing instead of writing down my rambling thoughts. That's it kids! Cleaning out my room. I honestly don't even know how rooms get so cluttered, or where all the random stuff comes from. I love moving in to a new place, because you get to figure out where everything goes and make everything neat and organized and cute. Within a month things aren't so neat and organized and cute. Things aren't where they are supposed to be and are instead in stacks on the desk and on the shelf. At least, if you are me this is what happens.

I promise I will try to improve. Part of the problem is that my sweetest and most wonderful roommate Vera goes to sleep before I do every night (Ever, I think I've gone to bed before her four times). So instead of putting things neatly away at night I just stick them someplace so I don't have to turn on lights or rattle stuff around and wake her up.

Or maybe this is just my excuse and I'm secretly really lazy.

Hopefully not.

The great thing is, I am getting a head start on cleaning things up so I can move out. Last year, I had finals on the same day I was supposed to check out of the dorms, and it was a little bit of a hideous experience. I also didn't start packing until that day I was supposed to move out. Also hideous.

That means all of this stuff that I had moved in with plus everything else that had randomly sprouted up in my room like other clothes, a whole bunch of school stuff, and random things like Sven the Donkey from Christmas Around the World had to be consolidated in out while I was still trying to study for finals. Not a fun time.

Yesterday I got a head start on all of the craziness entailed in moving. Most of my things are packed up! It is exciting. And also fun to only have four shirts to choose from since everything else is in suitcases.

So the moral of the story is don't procrastinate because then you will be sad when you have to pack everything and there isn't time. And I will now heed my own warning about not procrastinating and finish studying, despite the bother that I don't give.