An Alpahbytes entry.

I am the most cluttered person in the world. Or at least it seems that way a lot of the times. For example, let’s look at what is currently on my desk:

- a box of hanging folders
- a spindle of used and unused CDRs
- 2 empty glasses
- a full glass
- a pack of matches
- my watch
- my smokes and lighter
- a cloth to clean my glasses
- the phone
- my palm pilot
- more CDs
- an empty journal
- pen, nail clipper
- bus pass for May
- a pile of random books and papers
- Vitamin E oil
- ink refills
- a tampon (unsed, just FYI)

Ok, that’s actually only the bottom half of my desk. I’ll stop with the boring/horror. My desk at work is similar, but not quite as bad. I like to say that clutter is the sign of a creative mind, but frankly it’s really just a sign of the fact that I am a very lazy person with space issues. I need a basement where I can store (read: toss) stuff. That doesn’t look like it’s happening any time soon though.

I’ve always been like this, much to the frustration of many. My two sisters are extremely neat people (my brother not so much), so my Mom kept expecting that when I hit puberty I would turn into a neat freak as well. It never happened, and I think she’s still confused by it. It messes with her whole view of gender (it’s ok if boys are messy – but girls nooooooooo).

I’ve learned to live with it, and so have most of my loved ones (reluctantly).

Confidential to A Just Society: Ear length is when my hair is jsut slightly over the tops of my ears. It’s in need of a good trim, really.