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Sunday, February 20, 2011

It Does Exist!!

Lol Ty, this one's for you. (:

So, I was commanded to clean my room today. To be honest, I wanted to clean it. It was a disaster! And that is saying a lot coming from me. I do not really care about my room being clean; I am a disorganized, organized person and can still function perfectly... but this had gone too far..

This was my floor... my closet had run out of room and so all clothes (dirty or clean) ended up on the floor... and yes, that is my hamper. 

My desk. It gets cluttered when I have a ton going on. (Yes, that is a feather boa. YESSS those are more clothes.)

My closet and bed... thankfully I didn't sleep here last night.. I might have died.
I honestly do function well when everything is a mess. I am just a messy person. The chaos and clutteredness fit my thought type and brain function. I am always thinking about 400,000,000 things at once and going going going... so that's just how my room ends up. I don't mind.

Mom does.

So I started cleaning at 4:40 pm Central Standard time ;) and after dinner, Skype, and dancing-around-my-room-to-Lady-Gaga breaks, I finally finished at 1 am Central Standard time (however, I wish it had been another time zone :P) .

8 hours!!!! I took around 8 hours to completely clean this place up. I went through my clothes and got rid of a bunch, shoes as well. I went through everything!... and saved myself some time this August :) But, I still have no clue how I'm only supposed to take one eighth, if that, of my stuff with me! What about all my clothes? If they could pay tuition, they'd be my roommate.

As I was cleaning my room and taking pictures, I realized how personalized and fitting my room is to me. Anyone could walk into this room and say "Oh, yeah, that's Taylor's Room." And they could tell you exactly who my friends are, who I'm dating, what my team(s) is/are, what I do at school, where I am going to college (that better be a no-brainer; I have a wall dedicated to it), what my favorite color is (ok maybe not), and when my psych homework is due (I leave myself post-it notes everywhere).

With that being said, here is my CLEAN room.. :)
  
My closet (: (yes, I do have that many pairs of shoes; I'm a chick!)


Does this not just scream "Taylor's Room!!!"? I think it does..

My clean, made bed.. All ready for me to pass out in.

Proof my floor exists :)

I give it four days, max ;)

<3

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