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Oct. 9th, 2006 02:47 pmI just deleted an LJ for the first time and I feel POWERFUL!!!! hahaha.
June was the month this summer when I felt most productive, and that was the month I did all my mad cleaning, so I have decided that apparently in order to feel productive I have to keep cleaning, even if only for a little bit each day. So yesterday I organized my little drawers-on-wheels thing (and found the most HILARIOUS piece of eighth-grade Trojan War fan fiction, hahaha oh god, maybe I should post it but then I'd have to kill myself) and then I was cleaning my blinds (using what is probably the most labourous method, but that's okay) and while I was cleaning them my brother came in without knocking. Said I, "I'm washing my window!" Said he, "You have issues." YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO JUDGE, YOU OF THE DIRTY BLIIIIIINDS~~~!
Man, the subject line makes me kind of wish I still worked where I worked, because I always used to be able to say things like "I just got home from work and I am tacolicious!" and my friend would always say "Ewwwww~." Hahahaha, that was excellent.
Oh, and I also started going through my inheritance. The sewing machine and all that goes with it isn't actually my inheritance, haha, but I claimed it anyway, because my official inheritance is the bedroom furniture and my room isn't exactly big enough to have two sets of furniture in it, haha, although I should try, it has hilarious potential. Well anyway! I went through some of the patterns and got rid of most of them, because most of them were for some very heinous '80s clothing. But there's still sooo much fabric and sooo much other stuff and I don't know anything about sewing and I don't know how to organize it and my father has moved half of his den into that room so I can barely get to the sewing machine anyway, which is where everything is piled. I kind of think maybe it would just be easier to start a sewing collection from scratch, especially as my grandmother in Calgary was going on about how it's no good to be using a sewing machine from the '70s, but at the same time in a way it's easier to start with what I have ... and so yeah. I guess my mom will help me with some of it and then I can start fiddling around again, pretending I can sew. Yay. :)
June was the month this summer when I felt most productive, and that was the month I did all my mad cleaning, so I have decided that apparently in order to feel productive I have to keep cleaning, even if only for a little bit each day. So yesterday I organized my little drawers-on-wheels thing (and found the most HILARIOUS piece of eighth-grade Trojan War fan fiction, hahaha oh god, maybe I should post it but then I'd have to kill myself) and then I was cleaning my blinds (using what is probably the most labourous method, but that's okay) and while I was cleaning them my brother came in without knocking. Said I, "I'm washing my window!" Said he, "You have issues." YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO JUDGE, YOU OF THE DIRTY BLIIIIIINDS~~~!
Man, the subject line makes me kind of wish I still worked where I worked, because I always used to be able to say things like "I just got home from work and I am tacolicious!" and my friend would always say "Ewwwww~." Hahahaha, that was excellent.
Oh, and I also started going through my inheritance. The sewing machine and all that goes with it isn't actually my inheritance, haha, but I claimed it anyway, because my official inheritance is the bedroom furniture and my room isn't exactly big enough to have two sets of furniture in it, haha, although I should try, it has hilarious potential. Well anyway! I went through some of the patterns and got rid of most of them, because most of them were for some very heinous '80s clothing. But there's still sooo much fabric and sooo much other stuff and I don't know anything about sewing and I don't know how to organize it and my father has moved half of his den into that room so I can barely get to the sewing machine anyway, which is where everything is piled. I kind of think maybe it would just be easier to start a sewing collection from scratch, especially as my grandmother in Calgary was going on about how it's no good to be using a sewing machine from the '70s, but at the same time in a way it's easier to start with what I have ... and so yeah. I guess my mom will help me with some of it and then I can start fiddling around again, pretending I can sew. Yay. :)