Merp.

Sometimes I look back on most of the shit I've created and I hate it.

Practice makes perfect, and I need to practice. And hope Mulder doesn't eat my paint.

Motivation

Sometimes I feel like the weekends are made for staying in bed and watching Netflix. I did do that for quite a long time this morning, actually. But getting back to motivation, I watched an episode of Hoarders. It’s disgusting and all, but I am glad that I watched it. It made me clean my apartment so hard. I don’t even really want to go out tonight because I’d like to continue organizing, cleaning, and making the most of this dorm room-like space. Miranda and I went to Target and I re-upped my cleaning supplies. Probably won’t end up going out since saving money is my #1 priority. 

I’ve never been a dirty person, I’ve just always had way too much stuff. See: college apartments. Probably going to sort through clothes tonight and get a Goodwill run ready. Girlfriends are welcome to come over and stuff once I tackle this monumental feat. It’s time to downsize some things for sure. 

Got two records for $2 at the Exchange, David Bowie Fashion and Paul Revere and the Raiders. David Bowie record pops, I guess that goes into the art project pile. The Paul Revere one is awesome, and has “Not Your Steppin’ Stone” on it, which is one of my personal jams. I took my desktop computer down since it’s fried, and actually have a working desk again. I also organized all of my colored pencils. 

Got my “Combat Rock” record out and was given reassurance in how amazing my dad is. It was my first record, given to me in 7th grade. He wanted me to hear “Know Your Rights” while I was having a rough time. That album changed my entire life. 

It’s the little things, right?