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Disclaimer: Due to previous examples of my livejournal behavior...do not, I repeat DO NOT get used to this being updated. For whatever reason, I am on some sort of writing streak, but I fear that eventually it will just turn into the short, choppy, yawwwwn entries I so often produce.
With that stated, happy Tuesday!
I woke up barely before noon today, and it was official. Today was the day I was going to clean my room. For those of you who don't understand the challenge, let me describe...
My name is Greg Peterson, and I'm a packrat. For the past I dont know...year? much to my parents dismay, I have been living in squalor. Clothes that should have gone to goodwill years ago create mountains in the middle of the room, opening the door sends a cascade of old papers and notes from my desk, and most everything is covered with several layers of dust. For whatever reason, the idea of throwing out a ticket stub to a movie I saw 5 years ago makes my eyes well up with tears. It doesn't matter if I liked the movie or absolutely hated it. That ticket stub needs to stay--end of story, which is probably one of the main reasons why I'm in the situation I am. (I have papers from elementary school hidden away...not even good ones...) Every time I've come home, the parents ask..."So are you going to finally clean that pit of yours??" and I say, "Of course!" and we both know that it won't happen.
This trip home was different though. After a long day of work, in my weakened condition, I was cornered by the madre and bluntly told that this room NEEDED to be cleaned. Basically, my life at home would be much less comfortable if I didn't comply. I mumbled agreements and went to my room to nap in protest. That night, and the next day I picked around at it, and made a little progress, but you could hardly tell. But today with no one in the house, and a bunch of CDs I hadn't listened to in foreverrr, I took the initiative and rocked that room.
I dusted.
I vacuumed.
I sorted.
I filed.
I arranged.
I rearranged.
I danced.
I rested.
I got back to it.
I sang.
I moved furniture.
...baby, I cleaned.
After 7 hours of on and off cleaning, with a dog walking trip and some piano practicing in the middle...one half of my room was SPOTLESS. I had to call it quits then, but I have much confidence in the thought of finishing it sometime in the near future. I took a much needed shower and got ready for my date with Ally! She picked me up and we headed to Chili's where we indulged in 2 appetizers and 2 meals. We barely even touched the second meal and had to get it boxed up. We were all set to see Happy Feet but then plans changed and we decided to reschedule. It was amazing to catch up and gossip and eat queso, and love everything.
She dropped me off at Oster's house after that for the official picking of Secret Santa names!! We waited for everyone to show up--and waited--and waited, and then it was finally time. I was really, really excited this year for some reason, and the name I picked only made me more excited! We had some minor cheating and peeking going on, but what can ya do, oh those girls haha.
I was mega tired and needed some sleep because I've got another day of pancake comin up in T minus 6 hours! I am jetting downstairs to bed after this, and I couldn't be more ready for it.
Onnnnne more quick story though.
Haha so this morning I was on the computer in the attic listening to music. For some reason itunes was really quiet so I turned the volume up realllly loud which made everything else on the computer really loud. I was like whateverrr, threw up an away message, and went downstairs. I cleaned my room for the next like 7 hours, and after my mom left I started hearing weird banging noises coming from the attic. The first few times I was just like hmm...probably just something falling, or the house. Then it KEPT happening, and I'm a baby when I'm home alone, so I started getting really scared. I called my dad and he was like, yeah there's probably some scary man living up there. I was not amused. Dana freaked out and told me to get out of the house. I was like whatever, and just shut the door realllly tight. I'm in the hallway and I hear a creak and a slam...the noise registers something in me, and I realize that it's people SIGNING ON AND OFF AIM! The noise I'd been afraid of all day was stupid AIM noise!!
Oh boy.
Another smart play by me.
Anyways, it's time for bed.
I sure hope tomorrow's a good day at work, I kinda need it!
With that stated, happy Tuesday!
I woke up barely before noon today, and it was official. Today was the day I was going to clean my room. For those of you who don't understand the challenge, let me describe...
My name is Greg Peterson, and I'm a packrat. For the past I dont know...year? much to my parents dismay, I have been living in squalor. Clothes that should have gone to goodwill years ago create mountains in the middle of the room, opening the door sends a cascade of old papers and notes from my desk, and most everything is covered with several layers of dust. For whatever reason, the idea of throwing out a ticket stub to a movie I saw 5 years ago makes my eyes well up with tears. It doesn't matter if I liked the movie or absolutely hated it. That ticket stub needs to stay--end of story, which is probably one of the main reasons why I'm in the situation I am. (I have papers from elementary school hidden away...not even good ones...) Every time I've come home, the parents ask..."So are you going to finally clean that pit of yours??" and I say, "Of course!" and we both know that it won't happen.
This trip home was different though. After a long day of work, in my weakened condition, I was cornered by the madre and bluntly told that this room NEEDED to be cleaned. Basically, my life at home would be much less comfortable if I didn't comply. I mumbled agreements and went to my room to nap in protest. That night, and the next day I picked around at it, and made a little progress, but you could hardly tell. But today with no one in the house, and a bunch of CDs I hadn't listened to in foreverrr, I took the initiative and rocked that room.
I dusted.
I vacuumed.
I sorted.
I filed.
I arranged.
I rearranged.
I danced.
I rested.
I got back to it.
I sang.
I moved furniture.
...baby, I cleaned.
After 7 hours of on and off cleaning, with a dog walking trip and some piano practicing in the middle...one half of my room was SPOTLESS. I had to call it quits then, but I have much confidence in the thought of finishing it sometime in the near future. I took a much needed shower and got ready for my date with Ally! She picked me up and we headed to Chili's where we indulged in 2 appetizers and 2 meals. We barely even touched the second meal and had to get it boxed up. We were all set to see Happy Feet but then plans changed and we decided to reschedule. It was amazing to catch up and gossip and eat queso, and love everything.
She dropped me off at Oster's house after that for the official picking of Secret Santa names!! We waited for everyone to show up--and waited--and waited, and then it was finally time. I was really, really excited this year for some reason, and the name I picked only made me more excited! We had some minor cheating and peeking going on, but what can ya do, oh those girls haha.
I was mega tired and needed some sleep because I've got another day of pancake comin up in T minus 6 hours! I am jetting downstairs to bed after this, and I couldn't be more ready for it.
Onnnnne more quick story though.
Haha so this morning I was on the computer in the attic listening to music. For some reason itunes was really quiet so I turned the volume up realllly loud which made everything else on the computer really loud. I was like whateverrr, threw up an away message, and went downstairs. I cleaned my room for the next like 7 hours, and after my mom left I started hearing weird banging noises coming from the attic. The first few times I was just like hmm...probably just something falling, or the house. Then it KEPT happening, and I'm a baby when I'm home alone, so I started getting really scared. I called my dad and he was like, yeah there's probably some scary man living up there. I was not amused. Dana freaked out and told me to get out of the house. I was like whatever, and just shut the door realllly tight. I'm in the hallway and I hear a creak and a slam...the noise registers something in me, and I realize that it's people SIGNING ON AND OFF AIM! The noise I'd been afraid of all day was stupid AIM noise!!
Oh boy.
Another smart play by me.
Anyways, it's time for bed.
I sure hope tomorrow's a good day at work, I kinda need it!