Cleaning my room. That's right, cleaning. It's always a challenge for me to KEEP my room clean, however I have no problem staying up until the early hours of the night meticulously organizing and reorganizing my living space.
I wanted this semester to get off to a great start, so I thought, "why not get my room in shape?" This is how most people know that I am either bored out of my skull or over-thinking. Normally I consider myself somewhat organized. It's more of a chaotic organized but I always know where everything is, is it's ok in my book.
Tonight's adventure was to throw out things and food that I was going to be using. I opened drawers and emptied boxes. For the first time since I got back, I can actually see my desktop. It has been non-stop Residence Life stuff, so this is really the first time I have had to myself.
I know I need to make this whole "cleaning" idea a weekly thing, but I have found it's more cathartic if I go from insane to perfectly organized rather than a little bit each week. To me, I feel like I have accomplished more if I do a lot at a time, instead of small amounts. I blame my need of immediate satisfaction. I don't have time to put my clothes in the laundry basket because I just want to take a nap, so I just throw them on my futon.
Eventually, I find myself walking into my room thinking WWMYS or, "What Would My Mom Say?". This scares the living daylights out of me, which quickly prompts my cleaning.
But when it's all said and done, my room looks amazing and I am ready to start this semester like an adult. Now I'm going to read my comic books and drink out of my Doctor Who glass until my room gets cluttered again.
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