I feel weird
I feel very strange. I'm sitting at my desk in my dorm room trying to write spanish for my class but I can't because I am so distracted by the way I am feeling. Unorganization. I think thats what it is.
On my desk there is my computer, my book in front of it in which my arms are resting on to type, lotion, pens, pajamas, two movies, books, a cark, and keys. I hate having too much stuff around me. I would organize it all, but its all stuff that I plan on using soon. But it doesn't stop there. The unorganization, I mean. Its my whole life. I have to be moved out of this dorm in about a week and I have no place to put anything. And I have a lot of stuff. My room at home is already stuffed with things that came out of the apartment. Everything is in waiting for the next time I move. And my brain. My brain is unorganized. There are a lot of things that I want but I'm not sure how to make it all happen. Well, I know how to make most of it happen. Theres just a lot of obstacles.
So this is why I am so distracted right now and for some reason I thought that writing it all down would help. My first choice was my journal but then I realized I had already packed that up in a suitcase that I took home this weekend.
I think it is a good sign that I have an unorganized brain. Because like I said, I know exactly what I want. And I haven't been able to say that in a while. Its just a matter of getting there. That is the next journey. I shall embark on it.
I think I'm going to become one of those organization freaks. Starting now. I'm going to carry a planner with me and never fling things on the flo'. All things will go in their place. And yeah maybe that'll happen.
I'm probably going to Europe in two weeks. With mister Hicky McHickersons.
On my desk there is my computer, my book in front of it in which my arms are resting on to type, lotion, pens, pajamas, two movies, books, a cark, and keys. I hate having too much stuff around me. I would organize it all, but its all stuff that I plan on using soon. But it doesn't stop there. The unorganization, I mean. Its my whole life. I have to be moved out of this dorm in about a week and I have no place to put anything. And I have a lot of stuff. My room at home is already stuffed with things that came out of the apartment. Everything is in waiting for the next time I move. And my brain. My brain is unorganized. There are a lot of things that I want but I'm not sure how to make it all happen. Well, I know how to make most of it happen. Theres just a lot of obstacles.
So this is why I am so distracted right now and for some reason I thought that writing it all down would help. My first choice was my journal but then I realized I had already packed that up in a suitcase that I took home this weekend.
I think it is a good sign that I have an unorganized brain. Because like I said, I know exactly what I want. And I haven't been able to say that in a while. Its just a matter of getting there. That is the next journey. I shall embark on it.
I think I'm going to become one of those organization freaks. Starting now. I'm going to carry a planner with me and never fling things on the flo'. All things will go in their place. And yeah maybe that'll happen.
I'm probably going to Europe in two weeks. With mister Hicky McHickersons.