I made major progress on my apartment. Most of my rooms are finished. I figured out how to make the internet work and double-secured the window bars, und und und.
I made major progress on my apartment. Most of my rooms are finished. I figured out how to make the internet work and double-secured the window bars, und und und.
I’m not a neat freak per-se, but clutter does hurt my ability to concentrate.
I finished moving the rest of my things out of the fraternity house this afternoon. The only problem is that my apartment is now on the Lindsay Lohan level. There are boxes everywhere, and it’s just, well, sad.1
In fact, my apartment was so bad that I fled to work…but after 8 hours I realized that I have to go back sometime…
So tomorrow I’m taking on all of the clutter. Clean house style. I may even tape a flower to my head and pretend that I have gap teeth to show that I’m serious.
I will be unpacked and organized by noon and it will be glorious because it signify2 being legitimately “moved into my first apartment.”
Full report to come. We’ll see how this goes…
1 Actually, it’s worse than sad because I had to dump some boxes of unpacked shitkram onto the floor in order to use the boxes today.
2 Kinda feels like I’m shoving myself into adulthood… cleaning the apartment isn’t this significant all the time! (assuming “without deciding” that it is significant now…)
