my chaos

i am pigpen. i've always been this way. i don't know but i can find a million things i'd rather be doing than clean my room, so i do them. although, i have to admit, it is sloppy but NOT overly dirty. i know some of my type_A friends (which i think is all of them...) will not make that distinction. but i do...lol so gran just shuts my door. AND, believe it or not, i do know where everything is.

i had a good run a long time ago. when i lived with my ex-girlfriend, it was very important to her that the house be clean and so i respected that, so i worked very hard to be organized. and she was a bit on the other end, though, too. she wouldn't leave the house on weekends until the house was spotless top to bottom and i like to get an early start to things and GO, but with her we never left the house before 1 pm between the cleaning and feeding her kids and getting packed and everything. and of course, i would try to help but she had her "way" of doing things so i wasn't really "helping."

now that i'm leaving for three months, gran has thrown the book at me so to speak, lol, and all of this must be clean and my pearbox bookshelves must be put in storage.

oh and if you're curious, i am just living in this room, that whole shelf thing you see is my gran's decorating, NOT mine. i also laugh because the shelving is basicly a shrine to my little sister. so yeah, not only do i suffer the humiliation of not even being able to afford my own place to live, i live in a room in my gran's house that is a shrine to my LITTLE sister. *sigh*

the only decorating that I can claim are the cool fish hanging in the corner.

hee

feeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesh!