It is officially clean. Yeah. It was that bad. And the scary part-this is night 2 of cleaning. I had cleaned for probably 2.5 hours the night before as well. Completely out of control. So anyway, I went on a cleaning rampage. I reorganized my bookshelf, under my bed, and my desk. I actually dusted with Pledge, rather than just wiping the dust off of my furniture. I cleaned picture frames. I washed the sickness and disease out of all of my blankets. I changed my sheets (okay, even when my room gets messy, I don't neglect changing my sheets, so that really wasn't out of the ordinary). I rehung some posters that were starting to fall. The moral of the story is that I believe the state of my room directly reflects my mental state and vice versa. It's actually a vicious cycle. When I'm in a bad place, mentally and physically (stress, my random bouts of depression, disease), my room gets neglected and becomes messy. This in turn makes me feel even worse. But starting on Monday, I am officially taking the reigns, starting with my room being clean. I wanted to document how awesome it looks right now, so here are some crappy cell phone pictures, because my digital camera finally crapped out, I think.
This is taken from the same angle that the above picture was taken from, just to show the drastic difference.
I didn't take pictures of the whole room to respect Kayleigh's slobbiness, as well as the fact that she's actually sleeping in her bed, which is two feet from my bed. I will take pictures of the whole room at some point within the next two months, because I FREAKING LOVE OUR FIREPLACE. But anyway, things were clean last night, but I also did three loads of laundry, and I finally got it all put away and everything back on the bed. I feel so much better, mentally and physically, but I'm not 100% yet, so I think it's time for bed!
Coming tomorrow: more rants and raves regarding graduation regalia and Matt Doyle. There have been developments in both situations.
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