4.07.2009

#101 - Take Me Down to the Paradise City

where the grass is green
and the girls are pretty

Caleb is playing a video game wit that song on it and it has driven all other music and lyrics out of my head. Also, it kind of makes me want to watch Can't Hardly Wait.

ANYWAYS.

I cleaned my room yesterday, kind of. I didn't vacuum it or anything, but I did wash all the dirty clothes on the floor and put them away in the wardrobe, and I picked up all the little bits of paper and junk that had filtered through the dirty clothes onto the actual carpet (which was mostly obscured from view).

I always forget how nice it feels to have a floor that is clear of obstructions. Like, I can just open my door and walk to me bed without having to kick anything out of the way or step on any books or anything. It's amazing. Why is it not like that all the time. How hard would it be to, either, a) act like any other normally functioning human being and not just throw stuff on the floor when I'm not using it, or b) at least make an effort to pick the crap up of the floor a little more frequently. The whole clean up operation took me about an hours worth of actual work (including taking stuff in and out of the laundry and folding clothes and whatnot), so it is not like I have to make a huge time commitment.

Actually, that fact that this only took me an hour, counting laundry, I take to be an encouraging sign. My room used to take me hours, sometimes even an entire day, to clean thoroughly so obviously I am making progress. My goal is to, one day, manage to maintain a room (and a entire home, at some point) that I can let guests look at without feeling embarrassed and without feeling the need to turn off the light if someone goes in there to make a phone call (which I actually did to Amanda once).

I think I will achieve my goal someday, but it might not be until I am 80 or something, at which point it actually becomes socially acceptable to have a messy house because everyone just assumes you are physically incapable of vacuuming, or whatever.

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