About 4 times a year, I get home from school or work ready to jump on my bed for a nice comfy nap. Sluggishly I walk into my room, put my book bag in a far corner, and find myself blinking rapidly only to find my room has changed. The bed is no longer near the window, the computer is now at the northeast corner, my cabinet is nowhere to be found, and my stuffed Homer is sitting on the television, which might be in the closet. Mom just loves doing her little rearrangement of my stuff. Today is one of these days.
I have to admit, she did a good job this time. Everything seems to work out, especially the stacked plastic cabinets near the tv, which will soon store office supplies, old photos, and probably cds. It’s been a goal of mine to reorganize all my files and make my room as effecient as possible. After that, I’d work on the garage (aka my art studio). Well…. Mom cleaned up the garage too. I haven’t taken a good look at it yet, as I was too tired and simply plopped onto my bed and soaked in a nice pair of hours of comfort. Unfortunately I have homework to do and I shall have to use some of the materials Mom has rearranged. Let’s see…. where are my sketchbooks?
haha. thats cool though. she was probably disgusted by the way you left it so messy.
If that’s the case, then Tony’s room should have been rearranged a million times by now.
organization feels good
i love your journal, i hope you find your sketchbook. talk to you later