overdue.

finallyyyyy unpacking my last bags and boxes from moving out of school. 

i am suchhhh a packrat.  i mean, i've got stuff here that never made it anywhere except under my bed in my dorm room.  why do i still have it?

sometimes, i think cleaning is one of the most therapeutic activities for me.  i normally don't do it, so when i'm in a bad mood there's always a lot for me to clean.

i'm not exactly sure where this mood came from, but it's going to result in the cleanest room i've ever had.