Flamingo Girl
May 19th, 2004, 06:26 PM
I took my vacation this week with the intention of turning my bedroom around. The head of my bed is against the same wall that aparently everyone else in the apartment has the head of their beds against, and I'm tired of waking up to their alarm clocks.
So Friday night I started moving out some of the smaller things, I had no idea I had so much JUNK! Stuff I never use, don't need, and have packed away in drawers and boxes so I don't even see it all. And magazines! All these musty magazines from when I was a teen.
Last night I finished moving all the furniture around, and today all I had to do was a load of laundry and put all the small bits back, and I went through the stuff I have saved and threw away 4 big garbage bags full of stuff, have one in the kitchen and a part of one in the living room that I think I can fill. The dumpster was full or I would have taken the one in the kitchen out too.
It's been a dirty, sweaty, muscle hurting, vicious giant dustbunny fighting week, but I somehow managed to get it all done quicker than I thought I would, and with no serious injuries (even from the discovery last night that I hadn't put the bed back together properly and having it collapse under me). So, instead of having to do the work tomorrow I thought I was gonna be doing today, I have zero plans except for colouring my hair. And maybe making brownies. I don't really want a cake for my birthday, but I could do with brownies.
So Friday night I started moving out some of the smaller things, I had no idea I had so much JUNK! Stuff I never use, don't need, and have packed away in drawers and boxes so I don't even see it all. And magazines! All these musty magazines from when I was a teen.
Last night I finished moving all the furniture around, and today all I had to do was a load of laundry and put all the small bits back, and I went through the stuff I have saved and threw away 4 big garbage bags full of stuff, have one in the kitchen and a part of one in the living room that I think I can fill. The dumpster was full or I would have taken the one in the kitchen out too.
It's been a dirty, sweaty, muscle hurting, vicious giant dustbunny fighting week, but I somehow managed to get it all done quicker than I thought I would, and with no serious injuries (even from the discovery last night that I hadn't put the bed back together properly and having it collapse under me). So, instead of having to do the work tomorrow I thought I was gonna be doing today, I have zero plans except for colouring my hair. And maybe making brownies. I don't really want a cake for my birthday, but I could do with brownies.