Endorphins Rock

I meant to update yesterday whilst at work but got too tired so I'm doing it now before i get too tired. Not that much happened today but, barring the inability to find body wash (I don't know where Target hides it) and abandonment by good internet, today was a pretty awesome day. It all began when I slept for 2-3 hours at work (shh don't tell), not all in one shot though, I'm not that bad. Finished all my work with about fifteen minutes to spare so I dawdled a bit and washed the back sliding door until nine. Sat and talked to my mom for a half hour while she got snack and then peaced out to go sleep at home (I have ear plugs now so instead I can just disappear downstairs and not waste gas). I set my alarm for 12:15 so I could go pick up my mom on time for once and was quite surprised when it was my internal alarm clock that woke me up at 12:52 and not DC101. Turns out the sound on my clock was turned all the way down, when did that happen? Anyways, after stealing some lumber from work and getting more sleep, I declared that we (Mom, Darwin and I) would be going to the park. Not only would Darwin get a walk, but Mom and I would take turns riding the bike like it was intended, instead of the cobweb magnet it has been for the past year. Thus began our modern epic: "Getting the Tires Blown Up". Seriously should not have been as difficult as it was but it turns out that car tires and bike tires have different sized nozzles, who knew. Such was the reason for the trip to target where they only seemed to have Schwinn brand air pumps which I chalked up to fate (my mom has a Schwinn bike). Returning bike pump in hand and earplugs in purse, we quickly blew up the tires and then set to the task of loading that big ass bike into the back of the car; we have a bike rack (unattached at the moment) but by now it was already 6 pm and we wanted to get moving. Upon getting to the park my mom decided that she was too tired to ride the bike so exercising the Schwinn was left all up to me, someone who hasn't really ridden a bike in about.....nine years? Somewhere in there. I felt like a kid for about the first lap around the park just with better balance, I could stay up but for the life of me, could not ride in a straight line. I must have looked pretty funny but I got better the more I went around, nothing fancy but I never fell down, quite proud of that. But definitely the best part of the day was after we got home, when I got a nice rush of endorphins for my trouble. I just felt so happy. For the first time this week it didn't matter that I don't have an internship, that I'm probably going to be graduating with little to no work experience in a career field with little to no job openings ever, that I should have gone with a Management major instead of Film minor, that the house was a mess, I just wondered if I thought I could make it to the sidewalk up the street near 7-11 without getting run over tomorrow. I'm also going to try and go visit the Curves gym in Kentlands after I get off work tomorrow and figure how much it's going to cost for my Mom and I to join. Time for more water.

Ok, no more wallowing

This past week has felt so long. Mainly cause I did absolutely nothing. There was of course plenty that I could be doing but the sheer amount of stuff in the living room was making me feel claustraphobic and sapped all motivation right out of me. Awesome. Well, while sitting downstairs eating out of my black bean soup bread bowl (yum), I decided/told myself that I would stop wallowing in my inability to get stuff done and actually do something. I'm having visions of mounds upon mounds of boxes and trash bags full of stuff for the veterans to come pick up. Yay.

Ok, I know this was my London blog, but why let a perfectly good blog rot in oblivion? I guess I should change the display look. I'll do that eventually.

When did this house become so small, so cramped, and so cluttered? Please hold your snickering and mumblings of "it always has been silly," because it really hasn't been. Well, to me it hasn't been. I used to be able to get along quite fine in this house, it was messy but we got along. But really since returning, this place has become unbearable! There is stuff everywhere and nowhere for it to go! Now, being the person with large amounts of summer related time on her hands, I decided to spearhead the effort and try to get the backroom in the basement clear of anything un-craft related so that it could become my mom's private craft area. Once everything was out of there and the room organized, all the random craft things from all over the house could be brought in and out of the dinning room, kitchen, bathroom, her room, the office (you get the picture). Doing this is where I hit my first snag, expensive childhood toys aside, there is the bed. My old bed. Originally, it was brought down when I changed beds from a full to a twin, I guess so that that room could be turned into a guest room. It was only used in that capacity once and has since stayed upright, waiting for its Murphy bed-like day to shine. Now, call me crazy but what part of craft room which my mother insists be her own with a lock on the door so she can have an organized space, sings guest bed. Especially when we have a sofa bed that, suprise suprise, can never be opened up because of all the junk. Anyways, I suggested we get rid of the bed, thinking naively that my parents would also see it as a waste of space. Nope, they kepts saying how it could be unfolded for guests, because you know we have relatives banging down the door left and right to stay with us. Relatives who could never sleep on a sofa bed or the couch. I eventually broakered a deal on this front though, if i can mend the air mattress, we can get rid of the bed. So, about a week ago, I went looking for the air mattress and found it thrown onto the floor of the laundry room under a bunch of boxes. Awesome. I'm also forseeing a fight on the other air mattress. An air mattress that EVERYONE who has slept on the thing has said was wildly uncomfortable. But with all those guests knocking down our door to stay with us might need a place to sleep! God forbid our adult family members spring for a hotel if they show up with all their buddies. The most we ever have up here are my one uncle and two cousins. 1. Sofa bed, 2. Upstairs sofa, 3. Air Matresss once I've fixed it. Done, in the event an aunt should show up as well, kick a kid onto the floor or sleep on my chair all laid out. We are not hosting our entire family in this house, we don't need all this unnessisary bedding!

I am nowhere near being done with this rant but it's 1:42 and i'm tired. So, in summary, I thinking I'm coming accross two basic problems here:

1. Deep-seated childhood issues about keeping things

2. The Fact that my parents have not gone through all their stuff in a very long time. I'm learning that my parents give away in cycles, one round gets rid of some stuff, go back 6 months - 1 year later, get rid of more stuff.


To be continued....