spring cleaning
So tired!
My sister's graduation was yesterday, so I was out with my family the whole day. Today I cleaned for about 9-ish hours, and I'm still not really done. I never realized how much I hoard random stuff. I guess I tend to put sentimental value on everything, so I end up put things away instead of actually cleaning. At first I was just trying to clean my room, but in order to actually clean, I knew I needed to sort a lot of things out. I threw so much crap away: old high school papers, notes, random toys, posters. I'm surprised at how unfeeling I was toward some of the things I used to really love. I guess it's the obvious kind of evidence for growing up. I threw a lot of pictures away too. It all felt kind of liberating, as if I'm not as tied down to the past as before. There are some things I don't care to remember anymore, things that aren't useful for me to remember or to look back fondly upon.
It doesn't feel like summer at all. I'm just so worried about everything, so much so that I can't enjoy anything. I need to get a job, but I want to relax. I need to relax, but I want to be active. I should spend time with my friends, but I can't bring myself to initiate contact. I'm miserable and I hate it, but I never do anything about it. Uggh. I love to complain.
Anyway, I saw X-Men last night with my sister to celebrate. I enjoyed it a lot more than I thought I would. I'm so happy it was nothing like previous X-men films.
Ahh well. Here's to a good summer.
My sister's graduation was yesterday, so I was out with my family the whole day. Today I cleaned for about 9-ish hours, and I'm still not really done. I never realized how much I hoard random stuff. I guess I tend to put sentimental value on everything, so I end up put things away instead of actually cleaning. At first I was just trying to clean my room, but in order to actually clean, I knew I needed to sort a lot of things out. I threw so much crap away: old high school papers, notes, random toys, posters. I'm surprised at how unfeeling I was toward some of the things I used to really love. I guess it's the obvious kind of evidence for growing up. I threw a lot of pictures away too. It all felt kind of liberating, as if I'm not as tied down to the past as before. There are some things I don't care to remember anymore, things that aren't useful for me to remember or to look back fondly upon.
It doesn't feel like summer at all. I'm just so worried about everything, so much so that I can't enjoy anything. I need to get a job, but I want to relax. I need to relax, but I want to be active. I should spend time with my friends, but I can't bring myself to initiate contact. I'm miserable and I hate it, but I never do anything about it. Uggh. I love to complain.
Anyway, I saw X-Men last night with my sister to celebrate. I enjoyed it a lot more than I thought I would. I'm so happy it was nothing like previous X-men films.
Ahh well. Here's to a good summer.