In dreams I try to take you far away/ But you never stay

I'm booooored. I haven't left my house since I got home from Cuba (yeah, I know, cry me a river and all that, but it's a stark contrast, and I'm taking to it not at all) and gosh darn it, I want something to do. Here is how bored I was today: I ventured to do what I haven't done in a good six months. The smarter (lazier?) part of my brain has kept me away from it. Sometimes my mother gets fed up with me and does it for me (this is, as Dr Phil would say, enabling my lazy behaviour.) But today, I was so incredibly bored, that I bit the bullet.

I cleaned my room.

Here's the thing about my room. It's a very nice room. My bed is a wierd size and is a little short for me, but it's cozy, so who cares. I have no bedside table, but my dresser pushed up against the bed holds up my iHome and reading material just find, so I'm not complaining. I don't even so much mind the fuzzy pink blanket on the end of my bed that clashes with my bedspread that I can't move due to certain wrath from my controling cat. No, the main problem with my room is me. I am an obsessive, incurable, complete and utter pack rat. I keep everything. The shelf is overflowing with books that I a)Have read and will never touch again b) Recieved from distant relations/family friends and will never touch, period or c) Love and like to read over and over again, but the latter ones are the minority by far(1.5 shelves out of 7). I've got a drawer full of general crap that people have given me, a drawer full of general scarf-type crap, a drawer of card-type crap... really it's too much.

The only thing I purge with any regularity is my closet(/dressers). This is because I actually have somewhere to put the stuff I get rid of (thank you mom, for taking that job at the Clothes Secret). Because here is why I'm a pack rat: I can't bear the thought of my stuff being chucked out. I mean, sure, I don't want it, but what has the poor little [insert name of doodad here] ever done to me? I can't handle it. I would love to dispense with all those books I don't want -- but I need to find a used book store to take them, and give them new life in someone else's happy home, otherwise, I'll be afraid the purging will leave me wth lingering guilt and/or bad karma (although probably what it will leave me with is a sense of freedom and more shelf space). Same for my general crap, although there's probably a great deal less hope there.