Ha! I did it!
I made my spread sheet! It works and it adds things all by itself. Needless to say, it’s beautiful.
Noooow, I just need a business name so I can declare my business. Did you know you were supposed to do that? Well, you are. If you don’t, you can’t claim… tax stuff. Listen, I’m still learning!
I like this whole setting-goals-and-achieving-them thing. I have tomorrow off. I think I will try to get started on my studio. Right now, it looks like this:
I know, a million boxes on the floor. I count at least 9… I think I will make my goal for tomorrow putting away two boxes! Two boxes may not sound like much, but I have a bad habit of being a pack rat and I have no idea what’s in those boxes. Alright, alright, how about I make it two boxes AND I get the rest… condensed, at least under things so I can get to my space. And maybe the shelves all together and out of the way.
I think that’s a good plan. It will do three things:
- Give me a sense of accomplishment.
- Get me into my space so I can be more productive.
- Still give me time to spend with my boy and get to our double date for dinner. (That’s the still having a life part ^.^)
I have yet to fix that present, but I don’t have to give it to her until Friday so, I think I’ll put it off for a few days. I don’t want to deal with the disappointment of not actually being finished with it. So the studio it is!
Okay, seriously, Fiasco?
I’m just chillin, watching tv and glance over at my baby boy’s cage.
He’s such a pack rat.
My underwear, guys! He stole a pair of my underwear and is curled up in them!
Its super cute, but still!!
I’d been napping, so I didn’t notice it, but maybe leasving my hamper next to the cage isn’t a good idea, haha.
When I came home from school he’d pulled one of my shirts into the cage and has the strange ability to always find paper products too pull into his cage when I let him run around - like my tampons or homework.
Oh, that’s a good one, “Sorry teacher, my rat ate my homework.”
Fiasco, you’re such a hoarder. SUCH A HOARDER.
But, I love you.
rummaging through rummage
I need to get rid of stuff. So I have been looking around my room of things to possible sell or get rid of. Being stuck in my room in order to try to focus on my assignments have caused me to stare at all the clutter that I have accumulated. So I made a mental note to begin preparing a mental note for a possible video advertising some of my rummage to possible get rid of and a get couple bucks in return (for some of it). I really thought it would be easy. I started with the obvious stuff I will not need which were my school books and old board games then it started getting hard.
On the side of my bed I have a bunch books (with my typical favorite plot line which goes something like this: Girl navigates through her successful career and life and a man usually comes along to stir up the situation. Something about finding herself. Somewhere along these lines and yes, it usually has fun quirky romance scenes. DON’T JUDGE ME) and a magazines that I thought would be a great place to start my getting rid of process.
I put aside a couple of books (3) to get rid of but the rest I could not let go. Even though I am not an avid reader of Vogue like I used to be, Every single magazine that I picked up I wanted to save. And for most of the books I realized that I bookmarked or creased the heck out of most of my favorite scenes to reread a while back. And the scenes that were bookmarked were mostly revolved around the obvious topic, sexual tension. Thus, if I give it away it will show how I was a freak at such a young age.
I then went to my closet where I felt most of my getting rid of or selling rummage would come to play.
My cowboy hat. Yes, I know there are plenty of stylish cowboy hats, but this is not one of them. It’s more of a cheap party favor when like you get out of the plane or something for Arkansas or Tennessee and the place on your head saying, “Howdee y’all, WELL COm ta Ten NAH CEE!” (I’m trying to compare it to the leis people get after getting of the plane in Hawaii and entering their hotel. yaknowwhaddi’msayingwaddai’msayin sayin?) Well anyway I threw that aside, then i realized that I wore that hat with a pretty sick outfit for Cowboy Vs. Indians day at my high school. I remembered searching frantically for a hat to go with my outfit and felt like I was on cloud nine when my ASB advisor said their were some cowboy looking hats that she got from an old dance in the back room. I remember placing it on and looking at the back room mirror posing and feeling like I pulled of a pretty legit cowboy and not even caring that some cheerleaders were in the back watching my every move. I loved that spirit day. So I think I’ll let that cowboy hat rest in my closet corner till I can find a better reason to let it go.
I then started going through my hangers and in the very back resting in a purple Windsor plastic bag was my prom dress.
I stared at that thing for about a good 2 minutes to try to think up a reason to keep it. I doubt I will ever wear it again, and if I do it looks too prom dressy to wear to any event I can think of. I paid $163 and something cents (already including tax) for that yellow obnoxious dress and plus tailoring it resulted to around $200 dollars. And since it is tailored for my height, I know I can probably find some desperate last minute prom goer in Mira Mesa that is around 5 to 5’2 that would probably be willing to pay me like $50 bucks for it (I would give it to them in the dark just in case they don’t like the color and try to get their money back). Just as I was about to put it on my mental check list on what to get rid of, I remembered how happy I was after trying it on at the store, I remember making that first big purchase all by myself with my own hard earned money, I remember loving how the color blended perfectly with my daisy corsage. Shoot, I felt like a Pr!nc3$$! Plus, in the pictures it looked like I had somewhat curves. So I guess like the cowboy hat, I’ll let it rest in the back until I find out a better reason to get rid of it or I someone wants to buy it off me for a price I am willing to let it go. $1,000? perhaps ;)
Then I looked at the time and stopped rummaging through my rummage and stop this distracting stuff and focus on my big papers for school.
Then I turned on my laptop and went on Tumblr to blog about this…….
I <3 school.
I need to pick like 5 things to collect instead of everything ever.
I never realize how much of a pack-rat I am until I have to move again and realize I save EVERYTHING. And when people ask me why I have bottles of half dry nail polish, or bottle caps I say “Oh, I collect them” without even thinking about it.
THIS IS NOT FALLOUT. YOU CANNOT BARTER YOUR WAY THROUGH LIFE WITH TRASH. THIS SHIT HAS NO VALUE.
Seriously… 90% of the things in my room are completely worthless and tacky and I shouldn’t keep them. Yet, every time I go to get rid of them I’m plagued with some lame memory and I end up keeping it.
And that, dear followers, is how I ended up with “collections” of
- tiny glass bottles
- bottle caps
- vhs tapes
- stuffed animals
- ceramic pigs
- things to do with cats
- dollar bills with writing on them
- every receipt, ever
- hello kitty shit
- every card I’ve ever received
- every letter I’ve ever received
- every picture I’ve ever had taken
- pictures of people that aren’t even me that I find
- lunch boxes
- clothing that I’m going to alter/use for the fabric (HA LIKE I’M EVER GETTING AROUND TO THAT)
- coins that are too dirty to use for anything else
- aol cds
- wet floor signs
- nail polish bottles
- fortune cookie fortunes
- butterfly knives
I CAN STOP ANY TIME I WANT TO.