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My room is a Lost Cause. Like the South. It's been claimed by the horrendous amounts of crap I possess. Mom wants me to clean it out before I move rooms. I dont see why I can't skip a step and clean it out while I move. Like, hey, do i want to bother moving this? no? well then chuck it. Instead, I take crap off a shelf, get overwhelmed by how mcuh crap there is to do in other parts of my room, and end up with nice little piles all over my room. From now on, I'm cleaning up, not out. screw mom's wishes.
Oh. And I finished my summer work at 6:32 this evening.
Oh. And I finished my summer work at 6:32 this evening.