I spent most of yesterday hanging things, and changing things, and moving things around just for the sake of continuously doing something with my hands. That, and because mum would have gone crazy if I didn't start cleaning, seeing as the house was and is still kind of a disaster via the plumbing fiasco. I'll likely do the same thing tonight as I did yesterday, because I'm boring, and lazy, and didn't finish what I started. Then again I never will. I keep acquiring more, and changing exactly what it is I find worthy of display [which is almost everything ever]. And as much as I detest the idea of cleaning, the act of it is somewhat addicting. I enjoy nothing more than sitting around and looking what I've done afterward with a big fat smile on my face. So... maybe I just gave myself more incentive to clean tonight.
I went to bed with a slightly bloody nose last night and have been able to feel the aftermath of it all day. Lovely, yes?
I can't believe I'm writing so much about nothing worth reading about.
Starting 2011 I want to start taking and posting a photo a day. Of anyeverything. I'm debating whether or not to do that on this blog, or a separate one. I'll probably just use this one. Which is fine. Fine. Fine. Fine. I'm really just writing because I'm alone in the technology room at school, waiting for drama to start so we can do more blocking, and I'd rather be in here convincing myself that I'm being "productive" rather than sitting idle in the student lounge. I misjudged the amount of weeks there were until the end of November, which is really strange. And I have to keep reminding myself that I was wrong, and that I have more time than I thought.
I can't think very clearly today. The roof of my mouth is a little sore. I need to do something with my nails.
This is incredibly boring.
Maybe I should just start with this photo idea now. I can't wait for much of anything.
