Last night I went home and got this crazy idea to organize my bedroom. I have this cabinet thing on my desk that has four drawers and I am always throwing stuff in there that I don’t want to deal with, or can’t find anywhere else to put. It has become my bedroom junk drawer(s). I also have two drawers in my TV stand that are full of junk.
Yeah, I know… I’ve become a pack rat. I have issues throwing things away. I’m going to end up like those crazy people on Oprah who have so much stuff in their house that they can barely walk around. I forgot what the disorder was called. I remember it was something like a reverse OCD issue. These people are really neat and the like things in their place but when they get too much stuff they break down and they don’t know where or how to start to clean up, so they just don’t.
Anyways…
I cleaned out the drawers in my TV stand first. Seriously, do I need four sets of headphones? Do I need ten USB cables, five RCA cables? I swear I have way to many cables and adapters. I found some headphones that I bought when I was about 14, and I am 30 now! I threw a bunch of stuff away. Then I moved on to the desk junk drawer set. I had remotes in there that go to equipment I don’t own anymore. I threw a bunch of junk away from there too.
And you know how it is when you get started and it’s going great and you get all excited (or maybe I’m the only one that gets excited about organizing) and you have to keep going? So I went into the kitchen to work on that. I have two large junk drawers in there; one is mostly tools and the other is seriously just junk. One of them I could barely even open anymore. Now they are both almost empty. I would no longer be embarrassed if someone opened one of them.
I quite after those two because Francisco was on his way over, and we had plans to have dinner with M.Lo. Tonight I might get to organizing and cleaning out my entertainment center in the living room and my magazines. I have way too many magazines and catalogs, most of which have never even been opened. I already organized the closet this weekend, but I think I could go through there one more time. I have a few junk drawers in the bathroom that could be cleaned out as well.
OMG, typing all that out really made me see how much of a packrat I am. It’s sad. I’m going to end up a crazy old man in a house full of junk.
Francisco showed up and we went to have dinner with M.Lo and J.Lo at Pok-E-Joe’s BBQ. I sure do love their macaroni and cheese. J.Lo was all kinds of hyper and chatty, but it was cool because I talked to her in English while M.Lo and Francisco chatted en Español. J.Lo started acting out scenes from Napoleon Dynamite and had me in tears laughing, then she started doing scenes from Nacho Libre and I thought I was going to wet myself. My stomach was hurting from laughing so much.
I had planned to go back home after dinner but J.Lo insisted I go with them to Target to help her pick out a bedroom set and a laundry hamper. I have never seen someone so excited about buying a laundry hamper. So off to Target we went. Something about being in Target kicked up J.Lo’s hyperness by like 200% and she was out of control. I was having fun running around with her, wrestling, boxing, and skipping.
I ran into my friend Andy S there. I kind of knew he worked at that Target, but I had forgotten and was a little surprised to see him. We chatted for a bit and of course M.Lo and J.Lo were being goofy (as usual) so I had to deny knowing them. I was teaching J.Lo how to say things in Spanish, mostly things that I shouldn’t be teaching her, and I’m sure M.Lo will end up wanting to kill me for that.
After the shopping, I went home to sleep. The End.
