This room looks like a tornado toured it. There are bedsheets on the floor in a heap, there's my clothes piled in a corner awaiting their next instructions, there's more clothes piled on the dresser and I'm not even going to start on where the socks wound up.
This is called Moving Day, and while it seems easy to just lump up things, throw them in something and off you go, it's a lot more complicated than that because SOME stuff has to be kept SEPARATE from OTHER STUFF. Though those piles have accidentally gotten mixed, I know what goes where, and no interfering people can mess with the system I have set up here.
That means I have my bedsheets in a heap. They will heap on until I get back from going to Walgreens, and until I can set some things straight around here.
I hope no one comes to inspect this room because disaster seems to have struck and it won't unstrike until I get around to fixing it. Probably this afternoon.
One more final and completion will be mine. Math went well; I think I failed it spectacularly. You can never just fail if you're an English major. It's got to have some kick, some pizzazz. Therefore, I didn't just FAIL. I FAILED SPLENDIFEROUSLY.
It's nice to know I didn't just bomb it; adjective use is such a comfort in times like this.
Well, I guess I have to make this place look slightly more respectable than it does at the current time. Maybe. I might heap the sheets more neatly...
Cheers,
Bec
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