shoulda been posted yesterday. Mwerp
Jan. 20th, 2010 08:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
impyA week or so ago, while still in the throes of being sick and not liking it one bit, I stupidly thought: Hey. I should switch the bookcase and the hope chest. It'll clean the room up and it'd be a nice change.
So every day, other than Thursdays, since then, I've thought, "I should start work on that because it will be awesome." I've shared pictures of my room before, but you probably need a refresher. My room? She is crammed with graham. Thirty years, give or take, worth of stuff will do that. I need to get off my ass and find that bookcase I've been wanting because I officially ran out of room ages ago. Anyway, the point is there's no real room to move the hope chest out of the way while I move the bookcase to its new location.
Despite knowing this, I embarked on my stupid journey yesterday morning. First order of business was finding something on TV to listen to. I started with Tabatha's Salon Takeover, but it was only a couple of episodes and at that point all I'd managed to do was lock myself in my room and board the door over. (No escape!) Then I found there was a Golden Girls marathon on, so I knew it was fate.
Then monkey came home. Still, I cleaned, and occasionally he would cart stuff out of my room with the promise of watching Snow Buddies after I finished cleaning.
The hope chest finally was cleared off. I could see the pretty design carved into it. I wished I'd thought to buy Pledge or something, but even if I had, it would have been on the other side of the door that would not open until I was done. SO... then I noticed a flaw in my plan. My stereo, which I'd originally planned to move along with the bookcase (thus putting the comicbook boxes where the stereo was) was plugged into an outlet that would be covered up completely (and thus unusable) by the bookcase. Shit.
So... I gave up on my plan to swap these two items. For now.
The fun thing about cleaning my room is that I find all kinds of stuff I'd either forgotten or written off. The bad thing? Finding all the stuff I kept from times I don't particularly wish to remember at the moment. So, I mostly didn't look at what would make me sad, although I did go through and skim to make sure stuff I'd wanted to throw away but felt I couldn't back then (I don't even know) had managed to die in the last cleaning I'd gone through. It had, or else it had moved. I found lots of letters from people I miss, and a few I don't, and some Sailormoon stickers. I found one of my old BSC calendars, as well as one of my AG ones. I found a lot of the little post it things the BSC club would send along with my books. Found my Fashion Star Fillies and a whole ton of magazines from high school. Ditto to catalogs. I threw the catalogs out but kept the magazines. I find I do better if I sift through things over time. I did grab a handful to go through, make sure there's nothing I want to keep, and then fully intend to throw away.
Found some of the things I'm holding for Cass, though I don't think she'd actually want some of it now, and the rest she probably shouldn't have for another ten years because it deals with the ex who refuses to stay an ex.
Next weekend I believe I'll clean off my bookcase and at least make it cleaner. I'm thinking the Pullip Army would like that, too. Which means... dollies! And books!
Which reminds me: the other thing I found? The tracklistings for all the mix tapes I made. :P As well as the singles I bought but no longer had space to hold all the cases. So there was Savage Garden, Stabbing Westward, Spice Girls, and Tori Amos squee-age. It. Was. Awesome. :D
*makes strangling motions* Seriously, fashion/clothing types: it is possible to be tall and fat. Why do only short people get the love then? Grr.
So every day, other than Thursdays, since then, I've thought, "I should start work on that because it will be awesome." I've shared pictures of my room before, but you probably need a refresher. My room? She is crammed with graham. Thirty years, give or take, worth of stuff will do that. I need to get off my ass and find that bookcase I've been wanting because I officially ran out of room ages ago. Anyway, the point is there's no real room to move the hope chest out of the way while I move the bookcase to its new location.
Despite knowing this, I embarked on my stupid journey yesterday morning. First order of business was finding something on TV to listen to. I started with Tabatha's Salon Takeover, but it was only a couple of episodes and at that point all I'd managed to do was lock myself in my room and board the door over. (No escape!) Then I found there was a Golden Girls marathon on, so I knew it was fate.
Then monkey came home. Still, I cleaned, and occasionally he would cart stuff out of my room with the promise of watching Snow Buddies after I finished cleaning.
The hope chest finally was cleared off. I could see the pretty design carved into it. I wished I'd thought to buy Pledge or something, but even if I had, it would have been on the other side of the door that would not open until I was done. SO... then I noticed a flaw in my plan. My stereo, which I'd originally planned to move along with the bookcase (thus putting the comicbook boxes where the stereo was) was plugged into an outlet that would be covered up completely (and thus unusable) by the bookcase. Shit.
So... I gave up on my plan to swap these two items. For now.
The fun thing about cleaning my room is that I find all kinds of stuff I'd either forgotten or written off. The bad thing? Finding all the stuff I kept from times I don't particularly wish to remember at the moment. So, I mostly didn't look at what would make me sad, although I did go through and skim to make sure stuff I'd wanted to throw away but felt I couldn't back then (I don't even know) had managed to die in the last cleaning I'd gone through. It had, or else it had moved. I found lots of letters from people I miss, and a few I don't, and some Sailormoon stickers. I found one of my old BSC calendars, as well as one of my AG ones. I found a lot of the little post it things the BSC club would send along with my books. Found my Fashion Star Fillies and a whole ton of magazines from high school. Ditto to catalogs. I threw the catalogs out but kept the magazines. I find I do better if I sift through things over time. I did grab a handful to go through, make sure there's nothing I want to keep, and then fully intend to throw away.
Found some of the things I'm holding for Cass, though I don't think she'd actually want some of it now, and the rest she probably shouldn't have for another ten years because it deals with the ex who refuses to stay an ex.
Next weekend I believe I'll clean off my bookcase and at least make it cleaner. I'm thinking the Pullip Army would like that, too. Which means... dollies! And books!
Which reminds me: the other thing I found? The tracklistings for all the mix tapes I made. :P As well as the singles I bought but no longer had space to hold all the cases. So there was Savage Garden, Stabbing Westward, Spice Girls, and Tori Amos squee-age. It. Was. Awesome. :D
*makes strangling motions* Seriously, fashion/clothing types: it is possible to be tall and fat. Why do only short people get the love then? Grr.