AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH...

Mom kept me holed up in my room all day today. Cleaning... >_>

Here's where I hit a dilemma: I've got a bunch of stuff that needs to go in/on my desk. But in order to get to my desk, I need to be able to get my clothes off it and put them away somewhere. However, I don't have enough drawer space to put the clothes away, and the bar in my closet is starting to bow, so I'm kinda trying to watch the weight there. However, Dad says they're going to give me Grandma's bedroom set, which has a dresser and a high-boy, which means more dresser space!

...but in order to move the furniture, I need to get my room cleaned. Which means I need to get that stuff put away in my desk. BEHOLD, THE VICIOUS CIRCLE OF ME SUCKING AT CLEANING MY ROOM!!! D:

I'm thinking about just dumping the clothes somewhere else until we can move furniture. That would make me uber-happy ^_^

Aaaaaaaand in fic-news...god, I realize I haven't updated my MKR fic in a long time, but the anonymous reviews bugging me about it are starting to get a little annoying--especially because I can't reply to tell them that I'M FRIGGIN' WORKING ON IT!! Seriously, the next chapter is about half-done.

Plus...honestly, I don't enjoy updating that story because there's a couple of people who seem to feel that telling me I have good grammar/spelling and then spend another five paragraphs nit-picking about every little thing I write in the given chapter somehow equals constructive criticism. If it bugs you that much, don't freakin' read it--because getting pecked at for every teeny tiny thing that YOU think is wrong in my story is seriously killing my muse. I want concrit--if I just wanted criticism, I'd talk to my sister...speaking of whom, I'm seriously getting pissed off.

( Cut for more ranting... )

EDIT: Guys...my jump-drive is made of friggin' STEEL. It was in my pocket and went through the washing machine AND the dryer...and still works like a piece o' key lime pie. YAAAAAAAAY!!! :D :D :D

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH...

Mom kept me holed up in my room all day today. Cleaning... >_>

Here's where I hit a dilemma: I've got a bunch of stuff that needs to go in/on my desk. But in order to get to my desk, I need to be able to get my clothes off it and put them away somewhere. However, I don't have enough drawer space to put the clothes away, and the bar in my closet is starting to bow, so I'm kinda trying to watch the weight there. However, Dad says they're going to give me Grandma's bedroom set, which has a dresser and a high-boy, which means more dresser space!

...but in order to move the furniture, I need to get my room cleaned. Which means I need to get that stuff put away in my desk. BEHOLD, THE VICIOUS CIRCLE OF ME SUCKING AT CLEANING MY ROOM!!! D:

I'm thinking about just dumping the clothes somewhere else until we can move furniture. That would make me uber-happy ^_^

Aaaaaaaand in fic-news...god, I realize I haven't updated my MKR fic in a long time, but the anonymous reviews bugging me about it are starting to get a little annoying--especially because I can't reply to tell them that I'M FRIGGIN' WORKING ON IT!! Seriously, the next chapter is about half-done.

Plus...honestly, I don't enjoy updating that story because there's a couple of people who seem to feel that telling me I have good grammar/spelling and then spend another five paragraphs nit-picking about every little thing I write in the given chapter somehow equals constructive criticism. If it bugs you that much, don't freakin' read it--because getting pecked at for every teeny tiny thing that YOU think is wrong in my story is seriously killing my muse. I want concrit--if I just wanted criticism, I'd talk to my sister...speaking of whom, I'm seriously getting pissed off.

( Cut for more ranting... )

EDIT: Guys...my jump-drive is made of friggin' STEEL. It was in my pocket and went through the washing machine AND the dryer...and still works like a piece o' key lime pie. YAAAAAAAAY!!! :D :D :D