I love doing laundry, for real. I don't understand why people hate doing it. To be honest, I only just learned how to do my own laundry a few months ago. I can't keep my room clean or pick up after myself, but I can do laundry in a second.
I'm completely re-doing my room. All of the shit is off my walls. I miss it. I'm painting my now mint green walls a nice tan color ("creamy nougat" yum) with my current zebra wall being replaced with a nice yellow ("mustard seed" also yum) I want to put up a bunch of the little things my grandpa brought home from his travels around the world. I know he's got some African masks and necklaces from Kenya, little Alaskan totem poles, a boomerang from Australia, some wooden shoes from Holland, and my favorite, a picture of him on a camel in front of the pyramids in Giza.
I'm also rearranging my furniture, which has always sucked, because not only does most of my stuff weigh a million pounds, but my bed has always been in the corner it's in now, and everytime I move it, it feels weird and I end up moving it back.
Also, I planted two Hydrangea plants in my backyard with my mom (yay!) I am happy to say they are thriving thanks to my (mom's and dad's) green thumb and some Miracle Grow!
gotta go put my clothes in the dryer, haha
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