Today!

Today I cleaned my room.
CLEANED IT.
Every single surface, nook and cranny. The WHOLE ROOM. I sorted everything, and I THREW STUFF OUT. I moved things and rearranged, and made everything perfect. I dusted. Mum dusted. We got rid of everything I don't use.
MY ROOM IS CLEAN NOW! I mean, it wasn't messy before, but after about six hours straight, just cleaning things, I achieved a level of spotlessness that I really did not have before. I mean, half my stuff was missing, but was that really stuff I used?
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For the most part, no.

Anyway, I am SO HAPPY to have a clean and neat room. I can actually MOVE and EXIST in that space.


So then. Cleaning is simply how I spent my day ...

On a different note, however, WHY do I find it so hard to speak to people?! I'm just like: "Blerghii har. Harr?" and they're just like: *walks away*
I mean, it's not that bad, but I just say dumb stuff all the time! I can't think of any examples right now, but ... yeah.

-Beth, the spotless and frustrated blogger.