For the last two years, I have been pretty anal about being clean. My side of the room would always be spotless, I had no tolerance for dirty dishes, and I was so organized with life, I would carefully file my computer documents in folders according to semester, and then subject. It was madness, madness, madness, I say. I am glad to report that I have loosened up a little bit. Here is what my desktop and document folder now looks like:
Documents in disarray, no organization, whatsoever. And for some reason, I haven't the slightest desire to right it. I like, even revel in the mess. Which brings me to my favorite place. Realistically, my favorite place is my room. I like to study here (although how well that turns out is always a surprise). I have nice carpet, it overlooks this pretty courtyard/trees and as self-conceited as it sounds, I especially like the way it is decorated.
If money were not an issue, Italia would be my choice of residence. Especially Tuscano! (Okay, maybe all that Italian did rub off on me...). I mean, how can you say no to this:
I mean look at this place: it looks like the place Ariel got dropped off at! |
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