Why 'spring cleaning' was invented
Jan. 15th, 2006 12:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
e_clareSpent the day cleaning and packing my room. This might not sound like a lot of fun (unless you're into dust and papercuts), but it was Important, and it feels so damn good to have conquered the notebooks and papers, etc., that have been intimidating me since before I left for college. Plus, I'm awesome: I now have nine boxes of packed stuff, triple what I started with this morning.
I emptied out two giant storage bins that were full of stuff from middle and high school -- bins that were originally filled in a pre-graduation frenzy of tidying. Said tidying consisted of dumping piles of things into large boxes and hiding them in the spare room until company left. Four years later...yeah. We recovered the things we desperately needed as we found out we needed them; everything else festered while it was conveniently ignored.
Of course, I'm still in denial about large sections of the room. The three shelves of Breyer horses, the box of miscellaneous Star Wars stuff under the bed (Episode I Taco Bell cups, anyone? I've got a JarJar...), and the boxes of Barbies and God-knows-what-else in the closet? Those don't really exist right now. I might have to face them in the morning, but my uncle is coming at noon to take away my car (a 1989 Mazda; 4 doors, manual transmission, light blue, for those of you keeping track)...and I need to clean it out. I kid you not, there's a half-full box of Nancy Drew books sitting in the trunk.
I emptied out two giant storage bins that were full of stuff from middle and high school -- bins that were originally filled in a pre-graduation frenzy of tidying. Said tidying consisted of dumping piles of things into large boxes and hiding them in the spare room until company left. Four years later...yeah. We recovered the things we desperately needed as we found out we needed them; everything else festered while it was conveniently ignored.
Of course, I'm still in denial about large sections of the room. The three shelves of Breyer horses, the box of miscellaneous Star Wars stuff under the bed (Episode I Taco Bell cups, anyone? I've got a JarJar...), and the boxes of Barbies and God-knows-what-else in the closet? Those don't really exist right now. I might have to face them in the morning, but my uncle is coming at noon to take away my car (a 1989 Mazda; 4 doors, manual transmission, light blue, for those of you keeping track)...and I need to clean it out. I kid you not, there's a half-full box of Nancy Drew books sitting in the trunk.
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Date: 2006-01-15 06:04 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-01-15 06:12 am (UTC)(Seriously. Let me know.)
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Date: 2006-01-15 06:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-15 03:51 pm (UTC)Good for you for starting to clean. I really should do that.
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Date: 2006-01-15 05:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-15 07:44 pm (UTC)I could also e-mail it to you, if I miss you tonight. Drop me a line: emily[dot]gigs[at]gmail.
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Date: 2006-01-15 07:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-15 08:10 pm (UTC)