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27/7/06 03:58 pmFor those not in the know, I am currently clearing out my room so it can be redecorated.
Thus far I have:
- moved all my books
- moves all my comics and similar stuff
- moved all my CDs
- emptied and moved my chest of drawers
- moved all my shoes
- moved my keyboard
Still to do:
- empty my wardrobe
- move all the stuff on that one really high shelf
- all the posters from the walls
- move the doll's house (I may well finish it this summer, and probably sell it around the time I quit at the shop
- move the box of stuff out from under my bed
- move all the bags from on top of the wardrobe
- move the box of stuff to sell
- move the box of mag stuff
- move my laptop and printer
- move my TV
- move the little drawers full of jewellery
- move the boxes of everything else that I don't want to clutter up hte living room with just yet
- move all the millions and millions of wires that have no purpose whatsoever and sit and breed next to that plug!
- move all the rubbish I unearth while doing the above
(I have actually done the greater part of the work, no matter what the lists make it look like. The chest of drawers took ages, and I own way too many books)
What I won't be doing:
- moving the books that are holding up my bed
- emptying my desk (I have limits, and this is it; the landlord hadn't entirely expected me to empty everything anyway, until I suggested it)
I have so much crap!! I have thrown so much stuff away, and I have taken so much stuff to the charity shop, and I have put so much stuff in the recycling box, and I still don't know how I'm going to get it all back in here. Let alone move it all out again next June.
And you know what hte really fun part is? I'm working tomorrow. They want to start decorating my room early on Saturday. When I'm also working.
To sooth myself, I have just spent stupid amounts on Amazon. Twenty Five quids worth of stuff for meeeee, from birthday money I have yet to put into the account, and forty quids worth of books for next term, sixteen quids worth of which was postage. I sat and balanced it up each time, and it worked out cheaper that way, but I can see a lot of the rest of my books coming from charity shops and the campus bookshop.
My room feels weird.
Thus far I have:
- moved all my books
- moves all my comics and similar stuff
- moved all my CDs
- emptied and moved my chest of drawers
- moved all my shoes
- moved my keyboard
Still to do:
- empty my wardrobe
- move all the stuff on that one really high shelf
- all the posters from the walls
- move the doll's house (I may well finish it this summer, and probably sell it around the time I quit at the shop
- move the box of stuff out from under my bed
- move all the bags from on top of the wardrobe
- move the box of stuff to sell
- move the box of mag stuff
- move my laptop and printer
- move my TV
- move the little drawers full of jewellery
- move the boxes of everything else that I don't want to clutter up hte living room with just yet
- move all the millions and millions of wires that have no purpose whatsoever and sit and breed next to that plug!
- move all the rubbish I unearth while doing the above
(I have actually done the greater part of the work, no matter what the lists make it look like. The chest of drawers took ages, and I own way too many books)
What I won't be doing:
- moving the books that are holding up my bed
- emptying my desk (I have limits, and this is it; the landlord hadn't entirely expected me to empty everything anyway, until I suggested it)
I have so much crap!! I have thrown so much stuff away, and I have taken so much stuff to the charity shop, and I have put so much stuff in the recycling box, and I still don't know how I'm going to get it all back in here. Let alone move it all out again next June.
And you know what hte really fun part is? I'm working tomorrow. They want to start decorating my room early on Saturday. When I'm also working.
To sooth myself, I have just spent stupid amounts on Amazon. Twenty Five quids worth of stuff for meeeee, from birthday money I have yet to put into the account, and forty quids worth of books for next term, sixteen quids worth of which was postage. I sat and balanced it up each time, and it worked out cheaper that way, but I can see a lot of the rest of my books coming from charity shops and the campus bookshop.
My room feels weird.