If you have not yet seen A Very Potter Sequel (the sequel to last year’s A Very Potter Musical), I recommend getting onto your fat ass and watching it via Youtube. Click here for the link. I’ve been sitting around for the last few days, deciding why I’m strangely attracted to Lupin (aside from the very handsome Darren Criss).
Anyway, I’ve been musing around lately about how I’m going to be setting up my dorm this upcoming semester. And when I say musing, I mean worrying and trying to figure things out. The main point is that I need to find a place to fit my desk where it will get natural sunlight from the window but not disturb my room mate when I turn on the desk lamp early in the morning (because our sleeping schedules are quite a bit off sync). I was worried that I’d also need to position my desk in an area so that the shelving on top of it could serve as a night stand to my lofted bed, but I’ll try to get a clamp on shelf for that. It’s dumb that I’ve lost sleep over deciding where to place my desk, but welcome to my life of being an interior design nerd. I sit around looking at house tours on Apartment Therapy while sipping down hot tea with Cat. If you are interested in the neatest ever decor or vintage furniture or anything about making a house unique and interesting, check-ch-check-check check-ch-check it out.
I’ve been reorganising my room a lot lately. Or perhaps it’s just cleaning. A very deep cleaning that it has been neglecting for years. The only other thing on my list to still clean out would be the top of my closet, which has not felt a human hand since sixth grade, when I dumped the entire contents of my floor onto the shelves in a matter of three minutes so that I could go over to a friend’s. Ever since, it’s just sat there, and I’ve turned a blind eye. But, since I’ve cleaned so much else over the past year, why the hell not tackle that one of these days? The storage space is unbelievable, and I’m ashamed that I’ve been wasting it all of these years.
I’ve also been giving away a lot of things. Hefty bag after hefty bag after hefty bag. My mum always has been a pack rat, and she passed that onto me at an early age. But, as I grow, I’m beginning to leave that–much to her chagrin. She’s definitely not delighted when I give away all of my old stuffed animals or clothes from elementary school or old school supplies. But I always tell her, ‘what am I to do with it?’ If it hasn’t been used in six years, that means that I never will use it later on. If it’s a stuffed animal that has eight years of dust on it, do you really expect me to want to play with it five years down the road? She has trouble understanding that I am an adult who has no need for all of the crap that I have managed to collect over the years. After a while, you have to let a lot go because it’s flooding your life and slowly drowning you.
For me, the release is all I ask for. Becoming emotionally attached to objects is a bad habit that I’m strangling out of me. I don’t want to be dependent on things that I do not need or want or care for. If they can be donated to someone who will actually use them, then everyone is better for it.
But that’s an example of only one of the many differences that my mum and I have. There are many others, mostly in personality. She is very high strung, irrational. And I used to be that way completely, but I’ve also been growing away from it over the past few years as I figure out just who I am, and I’m not sure if she’s willing to accept that yet. She may never be ready to accept that I am not the same person as her and a separate entity. But I’m more than willing to break away.