Reorganization motivation

     After mowing the entire lawn over the course of two afternoons/evenings, I finally left for my dad's house. Sometimes I just get so antsy from being cooped up that my legs just  start to tingle and itch to go move. So for that reason, and the fact that my mom's incessant nagging was driving me nuts and killing any motivation I had to clean up the house, I high tailed it outta there. 
     I spent the first day just sleeping in, chillin' around the house, and attempting to help make some sense of the utter chaos that was my dad's paperwork. It was in a huge pile on his upstairs floor, all over the "dining room" floor, on the kitchen counter, and on two tables in the dining room. There are papers in there from 1999 (almost 10 years ago, which seems insane, but that's a whole 'nother issue) on up to 2008. I finally talked to my dad today one-on-one and kind of got an idea of what the system of organization he wanted me to set up/"continue." Anyway, after six and a half hours, I can say that I got most of 2007 sorted, found a few of my dad's important, upcoming bills, and even found some important paperwork that he had apparently been looking long and hard for. (Amazing, right?) 
     I came back to my mom's house, and after grabbing a shower, I actually had the motivation (let's just call it an overflow from working at my dad's) to go upstairs and go through all of my paperwork. I had notes, labs, sample tests, and note cards from all or most of my biology classes (I think I gave the notes from freshman year to a friend who's on the pre-med track), and I separated them by class (did you know that cell biology and first semester anatomy notes can look awful similar?) so that I can throw 'em all in separate file folders instead of just throwing them all back in a heap at the end of my bed. I had planned on keeping my old cards from my open house (a nasty habit I picked up from my mom, I know . . . ), but I've been going through them and tossing out all but the most important. I even got rid of my old planners and address books, which I have an excess of. I know my mom will have a hissy fit if I throw them away, but I doubt she'll want to use them. If all else fails, I'll burn them when she's not looking. Now all I need to do (haha, like it's so simple -- my room's a mess!) is get rid of that darn treadmill in the middle of my floor (a "gift" from my mom that's been in almost every stinkin' room of the house but hers) and the la-z-boy rocker and old desk that are next to it. I love the random furniture that gets deposited once the normal inhabitant of the bedroom is away at college.
     I found these old magnets that were on my fridge freshman year that used to annoy the crap out of me because you could never arrange them and use all of them; plus, the dern things slid off onto the floor all the time. I put them on the fridge down here and organized them in a bit more "artistic" way. They all follow the way I think, so the extras are arranged loosely in groups. "Goals grateful mercy dreams," "do it good," "why be WE us? yes" -- (my attempt at irony), "salvation is big!" and such. My favorites, which I just liked the sound of, are "first of a focus" and "Your future in a time." If I ever had a band, I think I would use one of those as a sweet name. . . . And now my mom is nagging again, so I'm off. Seriously, she doesn't just ask and wait. She asks and nags and whines and goads and pleads andNAGS. She's the biggest pessimist, hiding under an optimistic candy-coating. I recognize it in myself. Grr.

MOOD: accomplished

MUSIC: "California" - Phantom Planet

LOCALE: the kitch