Curses To The Organizationally Gifted

I need to clean my room.

BADLY.

It's been nearly three months since I arrived home from Florida... and in hindsight, I would say that time flies more at home than it did at Disney. Ironic, seeing that most people can't get enough of Disney and never seem to have enough time to play there.

But I digress.

The path from my door to my bedroom window is a journey in itself; what started out as using a large box to put stuff in to clear OUT of my room has turned into a massive landfill of assorted things. The box is still there, but no longer visible. This scares me.

I use Snapchat. It's fun to use when I want to send random pics to people. So just for kicks, I Snapchatted a pic of my room to my friend Franny - complete with stuff everywhere, bed buried under clothes, and shelves emptied onto the floor. She responded with a pristine photo of her room - floor completely clear, bed made, and spotlessly organized desk replete with perfectly aligned books.

My motivation at this point is revenge. I have to prove to her that my room can look just as awesome as (if not better than) hers.

But it sucks when your motivation is buried underneath all that stuff. I'm screwed.


**curses to the organizationally gifted**

- Knolster