My Room, or, alternately- That Big Mess Downtairs

     Although the second title is misleading and could be referring to me/myself, the refrigerator, the state of THE Couch, the state of The Kitchen, the DVR line-up, yadda, yadda, yadda. 

See?

     I have a small bit of trouble* keeping my room in good order.  Part of this is my lack of a proper place for things, as I tend to disregard places that other people pick out, or the places I pick are simply too small.  I absolutely adore a tidy living space, but, unfortunately, have issues keeping one up.
  I like for things to be in the proper order, I like to have everything tucked in securely where it belongs.  Also, I enjoy using italics!


     If I'm that much of a neat freak on the inside, how come it's so hard for me to keep up my room properly?
     I spend hours organizing things at the library, whereas my books sit in untidy piles on the ground.  Sad, depressing, "why me?" piles that ensure either the loss of the book, or overlooking of said book whenever it is needed.  The only upside I can see is that the books stay in relatively good condition, so long as The Sibs stay out of my room.
    

My Bed

           





Was

...Moved

      Okay, my bed isn't shaped like that, nor is it facing that silly direction.  My bed has been moved so that my head points toward the wall that houses the window that faces the porch, and my feet point toward my closet.  This was to make room for a series of cubbies that now reside where my headboard used to.  It is situated against the wall so that my bed and the wall keep this table-thing flat, this is where I store my clock-radio that is also an alarm.
  
 More on my love of radios later, though.
Good day to you and all,
AG

 *YES MOM, A SMALL BIT OF TROUBLE.

Salutations!

Salutations!

I *sniff* spent *sniff* Valentine's Day...alone.  Well, relatively alone.  You see - it was a school day, but I meant "alone" as in "sans Lol-y Boy", capisci?


     That is one of the unfortunate consequences in a long-distance relationship of neither involved party being able to get a ride or  get a license*.  I haven't even begun learning how to drive.  Can you say "stupid AG, what are you thinking?"
      Not that it's stupid to spend Valentine's Day alone, or that it's stupid to not know how to drive.  It's stupid for me  to not know how to drive because-
          a)I have younger siblings
          b)It's a long way to where my lover-boy lives
          c)I have to get to school early(very very early)in the morning
          d)It would help my parents like air helps paint dry. It can be done by other gasses, but it is much more convenient with air.


     See, only one of those was excessively selfish!


     I have started to pull my grades up(Thank goo'ness for the second semester!) so I will probably pick back up on my posting(yay!).  Since I mysteriously disappeared I have rearranged my room, caught up in school**, had a date, had a sleepover***, saw a play(that may have been before, actually), and had several brilliant ideas and exciting(ish) adventures(sort of).
More soon,
AG
*.....yet. <cue evil laughter>
**Yay! YAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAAYYYYYY!
***With Blondie.  HEADS. OUT. OF. THA. GUTTER. PEOPLE.
PS-Several of my brilliant ideas were ideas for posts.  Which I wrote down. So that I would remember. *pats self on back*