Life is...Inspirational? or Putting Things Off

So I have now officially implanted myself on our futon, from this vantage point I can watch television, talk to whatever random person is standing in my kitchen...probably cooking...or eating...work on my computer, grab a book, search my rather large film collection, and take a nap.

Is it laziness? Not at all.

Let me explain one thing about myself.

I. Hate. to. Clean. That's all. It is just about the worst thing I ever have to do. I am not dirty person. I'm just a little cluttered. "Messy not dirty," as Lou explains in Angels in America. It's an important distinction. (I'd quote that but I'm not sure if he actually says that or if it is a false monitoring thing--thanks Mom for making me so unsure of myself...another blog, another time people).

Anyway, right now my room is rather...um...cluttered-est. Is there a superlative for that? There should be. It is beyond cluttered to sheer terror everytime I walk in. Clothes piled up (clean...but they only give you so much room in these damnedable dressers); papers from every class, no class, work, fun; souvenirs from New Orleans for New Year's since there is still a suitcase and a half that I have yet to unpack from break...I know, I know, it was almost a month ago.

But. In my defense. Well, explanation, not excuse: life is VERY crazy this semester. For one thing, last semester I had no class earlier than 1240. This semester my classes are at 940 and 1010. This is less time in the morning to stay organized...I'm in a rush. Also, I have class on Friday, and occurence I was fortunate to avoid last semester.

Anyway, I moved out here so that I don't have to work on my desktop which is piled up wth papers.

Thank God my parents got me a laptop so that I could let me room go, huh?

Anyway, I've decided that today is chores day. I am going to clean...mostly pick up though. Our apartment is relatively clean, just cluttered. And I have to go groceries shopping with a coupla friends. Super Bowl is tomorrow (not that I particularly care about the volleyball...or any sport). I'm invited to a party. I thought twice about going after our little...um...tift. But, tthen everything seemed to have been worked out (I say in the passive since I was not actively involved with fixing the problem), and so I have to pick up a bunch of stuff to make something (any suggestions?). That is, on top of the necessities since I haven't had milk or bread in my apartment in like two weeks.

College sucks sometimes.

But I wouldn't trade it for anything!

Happiness, and go...um...Bears? Are they playing? ... Okay, I joke, I know the teams, at least, which are playing. And, honestly, as much as I don't care, my friends and I realized the following: Bears v. Colts. Colts, horses, versus Bears...I mean, they're bears. Need I say more?

JCM

Thanks, these extra fifteen minutes of peace before I have to start were great!