As much as I try to prevent it, my bedroom floor seems to be a magnet for all things that should really be put away and taken care of.
From my spot here at my desk, I can see more things than I care to admit: magazine flyers in a language I do not know, piles of books that I have convinced myself I need to read, and various school supplies spilling out of my school bag, which is perched precariously on the top of a tremendous pile of clothes I haven't worn recently.
I can see no fewer than four empty purses, flung aside when I decided that they didn't really match my shoes after all, several CDs borrowed from a friend, my towel from this morning's shower, and the entire contents of my jewellery box tipped over by my dog, whose chew toys I happen to see peeking out from underneath my pile of fashion magazines.
My favourite shoes are somewhere near my door, but I haven’t seen them in a couple days so I couldn’t say for sure. Under my television stand there is a stack of rented videos, which are overdue but I can’t take them back yet because my wallet is missing.
Things tend to go missing a lot, I’ve found.
Just yesterday I was thinking that I should organize my room, clean everything up, and never have to worry about losing things again. After this thought it occurred to me that there was no need, my room was half clean anyway!
...the ceiling does count, doesn’t it?
From my spot here at my desk, I can see more things than I care to admit: magazine flyers in a language I do not know, piles of books that I have convinced myself I need to read, and various school supplies spilling out of my school bag, which is perched precariously on the top of a tremendous pile of clothes I haven't worn recently.
I can see no fewer than four empty purses, flung aside when I decided that they didn't really match my shoes after all, several CDs borrowed from a friend, my towel from this morning's shower, and the entire contents of my jewellery box tipped over by my dog, whose chew toys I happen to see peeking out from underneath my pile of fashion magazines.
My favourite shoes are somewhere near my door, but I haven’t seen them in a couple days so I couldn’t say for sure. Under my television stand there is a stack of rented videos, which are overdue but I can’t take them back yet because my wallet is missing.
Things tend to go missing a lot, I’ve found.
Just yesterday I was thinking that I should organize my room, clean everything up, and never have to worry about losing things again. After this thought it occurred to me that there was no need, my room was half clean anyway!
...the ceiling does count, doesn’t it?
4 comments:
Leah Leah Leah Leah ... you should have used your spring break to not only clean your room, but move it around AND VACCUM THE HIDDEN CORNERS.
It's most satisfying.
I'll be completely honest, my room is the most clean room you'll ever have the pleasure of stepping into.
I only made a mess so I could take a picture... it was really quite exhilerating :)
I'm fairly sure that we are twins, rooms twins anyways. My room is exactly the same, only all my purses are stuffed in a suitcase opened on the floor.. haha sometimes I think I'm crazy
Leah... the fact that your room is actually clean, when really you lead me to belive that I was not alone in this messy world is mildly heart-breaking... but, I shall forgive you because I find the sentence "Things tend to go missing a lot, I've found" to be absolutely splendid. I'm not even sure what to call it.. contrast? irony..? no. juxtaposition? either way... lovely.
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