So its been already two days since I got out of school laughing like a manic because I could finally sleep late and go out without worrying about the complicated Geometry homework (which we never really did cause the teacher never checked it…guess that’s why we didn’t do so well on the class lol); I was ecstatic a day ago for I finally could do the sleepover that I so wanted, and go out with my boyfriend, and watch some cheesy girly movies late into the night eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches… and what have I done until now? Nothing. That’s what Patrick from SpongeBob does! I mean what kind of a living is that! Lol I’m kidding I actually love doing nothing… just relaxing on the couch, reading some magazines (preferably seventeen J I guess you can already deduce that I stick to the clichéd many times), and wondering why my mom wants me to clean my closet.
I don’t know about you, but I know that I am organized in my disorganization. What I mean is that I always find the stuff I need in between my crappy mess… like if I throw my English book beneath my bed (which I don’t!) I know that it is beneath my bed alongside with the seventeen mag. When magically my closet ends up organized (I’m sure this is evil work from the cleaning lady) I cant find a thing! Because I, the person who owns the mess, don’t know where the freaking things are! What is up with organization anyways? I mean the crazy thing is that I get stressed out when my room is a mess, but my closet, as long as its closed, nobody can see the mess right? Oh well I guess I still will have to clean it up.
