I cleaned my desk on Monday. Highlight of my week. It was piled a good 6″ with papers and boxes and books and other random junk, and my mom has been telling me to clean it for weeks, so finally, in a fit of boredom, I actually went through every single thing on my desk.

It’s amazing: Whenever I do that, I find out that there are only about five or six items (of the hundred or so that were there) that actually NEED to be on my desk. The rest of it mostly went in the trash, though a good amount also went into file folders in (of all places) my file cabinet.

It’s nice to be organized. It really is. I like the way my room looks when it’s all clean and orderly. And then there’s less chance of having really big bugs too.

Next I have to tackle my shelves. I’m going to give away all my legos. It’s a sad job, but I have to do it. They’re taking up space, and I’m just not that interested in them anymore.

I’ve realized that an important part of decluttering my room is taking my mind of the incredible amount of money that was spent on all the crap I’m giving/throwing away.

SEX! SEX! SEX!

That was just to make sure you’re still paying attention.

A couple weeks ago I cleaned out my closet. I gave away literally hundreds of dollars worth of clothing and costumes. The only way I can accomplish this without having a heart attack is to get it out of my site really quickly. I leave myself very little time to actually realize the expense of all the crap I’m disposing of.

I’m totally rambling. Allow me to put it all in a more philosophical perspective, so maybe we’ll feel like we’ve gained something from this…

Why do I desire an organized room? I want an organized life. I have no idea where I’ll be in a year, five years, ten years… I don’t want to end up a mess. So in order to prove to myself that my life doesn’t have to be a mess, I feel it necessary to prove that my room needn’t be a mess. And on top of that, with the stress of not knowing what the future holds, who wants to add the stress of not knowing where a good ruler is? I don’t.