I need to clean my room...

Hi *waves*. So I'm writing this in a room that looks like a tornado has passed through it. There are clothes all over the place and magazines on the floor... There is junk everywhere and the only thing that's keeping me sane is the melodic soundtrack of Wolf's Rain composed by Yoko Kanno.

I've been dying to clean my room for quite sometime, but have been putting it off for the sheer size of the endeavor (which I stupidly tried to tackle about an hour ago).

The bottom line is this: my room is not really a room. It's a storage place for other people's stuff. I don't even have a dresser in here. I just keep my colthes on a chair in the corner. I can't even consider using my closet as it's filled with other people's shit and I have all this bullshit storage comprised of boxes and metal crates instead of shelfs and drawers. this is no way for someone to live. There is dust everywhere and I'm deathly allergic to dust. I'm surprised I'm still alive. My desk isn't even clean and my computer is my baby. Even my baby is being neglected. This has to stop.

I feel very overwhelmed right now. I have so much to do. I have a bridal shower to go to... I just have too much shit on my plate right now... Ugh.

And I've also found myself cultivating a strange and distrubing fascination with Hayden Christensen. The guy is freakishly beautiful and so not my type. What is up with that?

Oh yeah, and my manager is getting transferred to another store next week. Is it wrong of me to be happy about that?

Peace, Love, Blessed it be.