So, I turn twenty five on Wednesday – or as I prefer to think of it, the fourth anniversary of my twenty-first birthday :oops:. And I have this weird thing where, on my birthday, certain things have to be perfect. Like my personal grooming (aka, my eyebrows have been beautifully waxed and shaped), my outfit (being washed and pressed tomorrow) and my bedroom.
Oh god, my bedroom.
It’s not that I’m a messy person, it’s that I have minimal storage. I was days away from putting my new wardrobe and chest of drawers on lay-buy when we hit a budget crisis, so nothing has really changed. My room is utter chaos – I write and I draw, so there is always paper everywhere, plus I have books everywhere and… well, all the debris of being a girl, a nerd, a student, a writer, a reader and an illustrator.
So, I moved my TV and printer to the chest next to my bed that I store my winter clothing in, and added an extra shelf to one of my bookcases. Two EXTRA shelves of storage! Two extra shelves to display my things! It’s just glorious . Except, then I had to play bookcase Tetris. It’s a very delicate ecosystem of where everything fits. And other than a couple of relocations to the top of my bookcase (a binder that was too tall, a camera flash and a box of software), I got everything in! I’d love to find somewhere new to put my bright yellow leather compendium and my drawing tablet, but at least they are safe.
I’m exhausted, and I still have 1000+ words of NanoWrimo to write, and tomorrow I have to clean and reorganise my wardrobe and desk, and I really need to a few good hours to work on my Nano. AND I need a couple of days to work on some new things for my art school portfolio. Plus, I have the gym at 8am tomorrow morning, and I’ve got more job applications to fill out.
Why are my Novembers always so ridiculously … ridiculous?!