Cleaning my room.
Yes, I did this of my own initiative. It was to the point where I could no longer move around anywhere without stepping on something possibly vital. So I said to myself "Dammit, it's getting clean, RIGHT NOW."
Heh. Little did I know.
First step: The bookshelf. Which is actually something like 3 bookshelves comprising an entire wall of my room. 10 feet or so of bookshelves. Which were currently stuffed with computer game boxes, manuals, random books, flashlights, suntan lotion (!), and mom's college stuff from 15 years ago.
*digdigdigtossthrowohcrapavelanchedigshovethrow*
And the heinous army of computer game boxes fled before me, leaving only five. Mom's college stuff from 15 years ago was banished downstairs, to be replaced by MY college stuff. My heaping collection of computer manuals gained shelf space. My CD collection gained shelf space. Books gained shelf space. So much shelf space existed, in fact, that I was able to make each shelf contain only one row of books. Life Was Good.
Then I looked at my closet. Or more specifically at the stuff falling every which way out of it. This was going to hurt. And it did. The 50s typewriter was HEAVY. I almost tripped carrying 3 trashbags of clothes out. A huge wooden box almost fell on me. I might have sliced my finger off a couple of times on random pokey things. But eventually I got it to the point where I could actually hang up clothes, store things on the shelf, and realize that there was indeed a cedar floor in there. Whee.
But then I saw my desk. And I should tell you about my desk so you understand. It is, essentially, a door. One of those 3x7 things you hang on walls. Yeah. It also has shelves for supports, which I now believe is a bad idea, because it gives you more places to put things. It also has a large area that I don't actually USE, because I can't GET to it. Thus it was covered with old papers and things.
*digdigshoveltosscrumplesweepsweepsweeppokeowowowthunkcrash*
Amazing amounts of paper, pens, protractors (I have about 20), and other assorted junk became sorted, tossed out, and generally moved. I finally put my keyboard back together after it's having been dissassembled for months. Random electronics moved to one little consolidated area. I found my camo paint stick from 10 years ago. And Life Was Very Good.
The final haul was something like 10 bags of trash/assorted objects/stuff that wasn't mine/goodwill fodder.
Which brings up the amusing part.
Mom: *walks in, looks around* Wow, you've been really busy. Wait a sec... where's all my stuff that used to be on this shelf?
Me: It's downstairs.
Mom: WHAT!?
Me: I needed the shelf space. It was in my way.
Mom: You're inflicting your messes upon me!
Me: No, I'm inflicting YOUR mess on YOU.
Mom: Well, er... where's all dad's books that you borrowed?
Me: In a bag downstairs.
Mom: I don't think I want to be going downstairs.
Me: Probably not.
Posted by Dwip at December 28, 2000 10:46 PM