alas, this home makeover does not come with ty pennington
I'm making over my room to make it feel more like home. Which I realized is bizarre because technically it is home, I guess, but it doesn't feel that way. It's just this place where I crashed between dorm rooms, where it's like someone paused my life at sixteen, and it has nothing to do with me at all anymore. So, little by little, I'm getting rid of the old stuff. The stuffed animals are going first, and then the Lisa Frank dolphin posters, and then the kids' books. It's sad, because I don't want to get rid of everything I used to have, but I don't want to live with it either. Because I really can't live with it. My life feels cluttered, and I start reverting, and it's not healthy at all.
But there are some perks to being here. I made my mom cook me dinner, and then I spent all yesterday listening to the iO digital music channels. It totally sucked watching ER in the living room, but next week things will be different. And CRAP, I just realized that my graduation is on a Thursday, which is the same night as the ER finale, and that BLOWS! Damn! Whatever, we shouldn't be out that late.
All right, off to pack up some more old junk. The AIM on my mom's computer doesn't work, so until I get mine up and running, just call me on my cell or on 845-1220.
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