i’m on a roll with this house-cleaning business. this time, i’m going to keep it up. have you ever swept your floor and had literally a mini-mound of dust and nastiness in front of you? i don’t understand how things get so disgusting, but i can’t deal with it anymore. i’m not anal-retentive with cleanliness, but my mood is much higher when things around me are…the color they are supposed to be.

i have a plan for this year. it’s to both work harder and relax harder. it sounds weird to strive for both, but what i mean is that i spend way too much time in that numb middle. i sit on my laptop reloading pages and killing time. i think that i made the dean’s list this semester, which would be a great accomplishment–i’ll let you know for sure–but by the skin of my teeth, and only because my classes were incredibly easy. i have to manage my time better.

on the other side, i need to relax better. i need to take bubble baths while i read my books for school. i need to get some memory foam for my bed. i bought some of those linen-scented candles for my windowsill.

i’ve started to feel things really intensely, enjoying the feeling of soap between my fingers and the taste of black coffee hitting my palate. for once, i’m not willing to let that fade.