this side of the blue

my new “thing” recently has been organizing everything to death. i wonder if my sudden gusto for this is because i’m sick of everything in my life being the same and BOOORING. which would be ironic, wouldn’t it?

first of all, i’m sick of my bedroom. in fact i hate it a lot. i hate the colors, i hate the furniture, i hate how shitty the lighting is, i hate i hate i hate. unfortunately, there isn’t very much i can do with it—like i can’t change the color of the walls and that fucking celestial theme—but i can add a lot of Ashley touches, so that at least my mood won’t always plummet when i spend time in there. being a homebody, i think this is important for my overall well-being, don’t you? i think it’s important that i really claim it as mine. so when i walk in it, i can look around and say “this is Ashley’s room.”

i’ve been living here going on four years and i’m just now concerning myself with this. LE SIGH.

this weekend will be productive--as long as i can get off my ass and actually do shit. i need to focus! i'm pretty organized. i made five to-do lists today, each categorized as follows: websites, films, books, things to buy, and a general to do list.