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So one thing about my mom. She is a compulsive neat freak. Saturdays since as long as I can remember have been cleaning day where we (meaning she because we apparently don't do anything right and then she asks why we don't do anything) clean the house from top to bottom. Well I guess this isn't compulsive, it's not like she is always cleaning. But I guess for a college student, once a week to clean everything seems like too much. Or at least to some of the girls I live with. Um yeah. Thats another story I am NOT getting in to.

I'm not really a messy person. For the most part. Though maybe not according to my mom. There have been plenty of times in the past where I was wondering if all my stuff was going to end up on the front lawn.

But when you take me and add 17 credits, part time work, APO stuff, and appts 2-3 days a week at SP and stir well...well it's not too pretty. I was seriously about to have a panic attack because of the sorry state my room was in, but every time I wanted to clean it, I was too tired, buzy, lazy, whatever.

So I got out of lab at 2:30, two hours early, so I did what any normal college student wanting to clean would do. I took everything from all my drawers and closet and shelf and threw them in a pile in the middle of my floor and blasted the music and re-arranged/organized everything. So my books may not be in alphabetical order, but they are all neatly lined up and on a shelf instead of on my floor.

w00t. Simple things make me happy.