Slowly Getting There

Today I worked long and hard trying to get my room cleaned up. No, I'm not messy, it just is still in a lot of chaos since moving into my new room. It's looking immensely better today although it is far from clean. I found out I have far more paper "documents" than I thought. And by "documents" I mean anything on a sheet of paper; from drawings to notebooks, blank paper, and even the occasional graded homework from years ago. Worst part of this is the fact I cannot just slap these papers anywhere. Okay so PHYSICALLY I can, but as far as functionality, no. I have to sort through AT LEAST 50 pounds of paper and decide which things are old and no longer have purpose, things I want to keep but do not need to access almost ever, things I wish to keep in an easy spot to access in case I want them and things I want to access frequently. And this does not include the older drawings that I will then be placing into a box with all the others to keep them "archived". Another bad thing... Currently, all those "documents" are piled two feet high on my bed. That means in order to go to bed, I gotta do one of two things:

Sort through it all and put it where it belongs.

Or,

Throw it all in the floor and go to sleep, leaving it for tomorrow.

Honestly, I don't know which I will choose. I will likely try the first until I get too tired then do the second. That way, I end up being a smart person in that I can do both my options.

Al day I expected my dad and sister to come by to pick up their stuff. Well the never showed up. I'm getting pretty irritated with this. Not that I am so rude and just want their stuff out of the way, honestly, their stuff isn't bothering me. What is bothering me is that they say they will come and do something such as getting their things, then when they decide they will not do so they make no attempt whatsoever to let any of us know they are not going to come. I think they owe us that much. If they're not going to come, then no big deal, They just need to be considerate and let us know. It's hard to do anything when you're expecting people to come over.It's so irritating when you don't make plans to do something because you think they are coming, then when they don't come, you realize you could have done what you wanted but didn't know it as the other people didn't tell you they weren't coming. I'm sorry. I may sound really petty saying that but it really ticks me off.

After all that I didn't do much. I didn't even play Phantom Hourglass today I just played on my computer and Facebook very sparsely. Lately on Farmville, I have been able to get more than one chicken coop and I am up to three of them due to a mysterious duplicating coop. I didn't do anything to make it do this, it's just happening. Though I do not think I will complain.

Come evening we cooked some Stroganoff for supper. I swear, that is probably one of my favorite foods if it is not my favorite. It never fails to sound or taste good. Although, I don't know if I am imagining it, but when my mom makes it, she puts in the powder for the sauce BEFORE putting in the liquids needed for the dish then stirs it all together and it always tastes a little off, although still good, while when I put it in AFTER I put in the liquid ingredients it comes out much more flavorful. Of course my mom likes it better, or seems to, when she puts the powder in before, but for some reason I seem to think it's better putting it in after.

It seems putting it in before makes the meat take on that flavor and absorb the powder and leaves less for the sauce therefore leaving a blander sauce than if you put it in after which makes it so the liquid all gets the flavor and it doesn't go into the meat as much. I could be crazy, well actually, I am crazy, but that's beside the point. It could make no difference, I just think it does and that's just my crazy reasoning behind it. I know my mom is probably gonna give me a weird look tomorrow when she sees that I wrote two paragraphs in my blog just about my thoughts on Stroganoff. It just takes a special kind of crazy to do that.

We watched House tonight as it was new. I do not fully know why I am so fascinated with that show but I am. I guess I just like to find out what's wrong with the patients. I do dislike episodes, like tonight, where the patient is diagnosed with something incurable and therefore they die. I understand that that is life and this sort of thing does happen in real life but it still makes me sad and I still don't like those eps. I enjoy the ones where they think they're gonna die then House has an epiphany and saves them. I find that cool. Although this episode was sad cause the guy died, i found it kinda cool in an odd, sick kind of way that the patient kept passing out when he heard a loud sound like a gunshot or House whacking his cane against a metal cabinet. My sister Leighanna thought that it was cool too. Not cool that he was sick and died, but very interesting that he passed out by loud sounds due to his disease. It was such a good episode though and I am saddened to know there will not be another new episode for two weeks. We already had to wait two weeks for the one that was on tonight. It's just not fair. The suspense. It kills me.

I feel like I have a sense of accomplishment recently. Instead of wasting all my time on my computer, I am actually doing things every day such as working on my room or cleaning something. It has made me a lot less depressed as of late, likely due to having something productive to do, plus I have been eating better and healthier. Now when I have time to sit at my computer and play and relax, I can feel good about it as though it is a reward for all the hard work I am doing instead of just being lazy when I am on it. Of course this means I have far less time to play on it but at least I don't feel guilty about doing so and can purely enjoy it, as I am now to be honest. Today I am quite enjoying typing all this even though, admittedly, I was not looking forward to this tonight.

I know for a post or two at the least I have made it seem like my blog is a chore. Sometimes it feels that way but not because I do not want to talk to my readers. I love you guys. Even though I'm pretty sure the only two people reading this is my awesome mom and my boyfriend, Tyler, who is not so awesome. I'm joking, he's awesome too. Although if there are more of you then yay! That means I'm not as boring as I thought! ^.^''

Anywho, I gotta get going. I still have those papers all over my bed and I really gotta get them off before I'm too tired to do so and am forced to sleep on my floor.