I'm a mess.

Since I can use my own computer now, I am going to be in my room a lot more so I decided I should finally clean it. I must explain that I never really put anything away from my apartment because then I would have to actually admit to living at home. So basically all my crap is on my floor and it's a messy messy death trap up here. I have been slowly cleaning and sadly, moving in.

I have my double bed from school here and there was a lot of crap accumulated in there since I only sleep on half of it and apparently have been using the other half for storage. Here is what I found so far:
4 magazines
4 books (including the humongus newest Harry Potter)
2 CDs
2 sweaters
1 blazer
1 t-shirt (My pink Bermuda shirt that my mother said she'd throw away if she ever saw again. I think I meant for that to be in there.)
1 stolen pad of paper from the place I interned at
1 3rd grade jazz costume (I was going to wear it for Halloween but there were severe crotch issues with it)
956 socks

I can't believe I am admitting to this behavior over the interweb, but man that fucking bed was a mess. It's weird because I am anal-y neat about most things except for this one room.