Sheer Laziness Strikes Again…
Looking at my room now, I’m scared. Honest to God, I’m freaked out by my room. It looks as if a disaster hit up here. But then again, That’s what happens. I’m on my bed which isn’t made (I never really got around to good house keeping in here today), the cat (which I still can’t figure out why they don’t like this adorable feline. She’s perfectly nice to me, but it’s me, I’m a cat person.) is laying next to me, her head on my leg, my pillows are a mess, the cosmo magazine my Aunt bought is open to some random article I’m yet to get around to reading… I have my facial scrub on my bed, a couple pairs of pj bottoms at the foot of my bed, and good god, My new vest, and gray tee shirt are on the dresser, more like hanging off, pair of jeans are too. My tote is hanging off of a drawer… oh. My luggage is on the ground, I think i have four tees laying on it, those need to be packed. But pretty much, i just have stuff EVERYWHERE. It’s not as bad as Sunday night but it’s still a mess.
Why is my room in this disarray?
I started to pack (I mean, I leave in FOUR days, and I’ll be too busy Monday to actually pack everything.. so why not pack now?), and then….I. Got. Sidetracked. Something about me and organization JUST DON’T work. but that’s okay. I’ll pack more when I get around to it. Might be tonight, who knows, might pack tomorrow. I have all weekend to get around to it. Until I finally straighten out my room, I’ll continue to look at the disarray and shake my head.
