My Messy Room

I'm at peace with my messy room... Finally.... Kinda
          I didn't clean my room today. Which will probably come back to bite me in the butt later... (there's boxes of stuff I haven't unpacked yet, shirts I haven't tried on yet, dishes I keep meaning to take downstairs) I guess I could just say I'm an unorganized girl with too many articles of clothing...
           But some of my room is cute. I love going on Pinterest and looking at fashion and design. I've incorporated some of that into my messy room. I repinned a picture of a room that used old designer shopping bags as decorations (Victoria's Secret, Abercrombie, Tiffany's) So being the creative cat I am, I changes up the idea And came up with this: 

  

          The canvases are really just the tops of boxes from Guess, Victoria's Secret, And Tiffany's. I bought the mannequin from Ross and wore that dress to winter formal. 

*I found the Guess box in a cardboard dumpster in front of Sears. We were moving and we needed boxes. It's not stealing I swear! There was also a bunch of Air Jordan boxes. Anyways, I take pride in the pretty parts of my room. However this picture just shows the walls of my room and not the never-ending dump pile on my floor.If you look at the next picture, you'll find the real mess I'm talking about. And it's not even all of it. Just a quarter.

       

            That large monkey is Howard the three foot long sock monkey. You can also spot the box of tissues permanently placed next to my bed due too thee sinus infection I have. Next to the tissues is a little book about holocaust survivors (hey, I'm a history buff). Can you spot the blue and purple beret hat? Or half my pink backrest? 

            A couple hours ago my mom asked if I wanted to invite any friends over And I thought "no" because my room is a mess. Then I remembered: my friends usually have messy rooms too! But when comparing your rooms messiness to another rooms messiness, you always think your room is messier. Whoa. I just used present, past, and comparative versions of the word messy... But I hope you understand what I'm laying down. Do you smell what I'm stepping in? Hopefully.

            Life is all about appreciating what you have, and I have a messy room. I came up with a messy room pledge.

            "I have a messy room. And that's okay. My messy room gives me personality, motivates me to be cleaner, and makes me not want guys in the house."

             Good huh? Maybe we can form a group of messy roomers and have meetings when we should be cleaning....

         

The Perfect Room (I wish!)

     Everyone starts cleaning for one reason or another. Maybe you're one of those people that has to have everything spotless all the time (and maybe if you're one of those people you should stop reading my blogs, just kidding anyone is welcome). Maybe you're one of those people that puts everything off until your boyfriend is about to see your room for the first time. Maybe you just don't enjoy cleaning (who does?).
      I've attached a picture of a room I found on Tumblr.

       This is a clean room. My mom's version of a clean room. Perfect isn't it? Well, there is also a pool right outside the window so that might be the girl's motivation to keep her room cleaner. This photo is here to relate to others. We all wish we had either cuter or cleaner rooms (unless the picture above is of your room). The grass is always greener. Or the sea weed is always greener in somebody else's lake (if your Sebastian the crab from The Little Mermaid). But instead of wishing I had this room, I could go upstairs and clean mine. Hope you might do the same.
        Comment your room jealously if you've ever had any too. (Come on, you know you have!) My friends have pretty, good smelling rooms and it makes me envious! I can't be the only one.

Work in Progress

I'm watching TV when I should be cleaning.
          This is a very common habit of mine friends. I tend to get side-tracked (as I mentioned before) . You see, I should clean my room and make my parents happy. But I really wanted to blog again. . . it's all this blog's fault! Therefore I am blaming Blogger for my messy room.
           The biggest mistake that could've happened is my Mom buying Hulu and Netflix. Two excuses I now use for why I can't work on the tornado that ran through my bedroom. Why clean when I can watch The Carrie Diaries and old Dawson's Creek episodes on demand? Then there's the fridge full of scrumptious snacks that consistently call my name. It is impossible. So now i've got my snacks and my laptop and my TV sitting in the living room trying not to think about what I should be doing.
            Sadly, the only episode available on Hulu right now has just ended and now I have no reason not to go fight the battle of the rubbage in la dormitoria (the bedroom).
           If anyone has started to read this blog of mine, will you please let me know in the comments? I'm fine blogging to no one (then going upstairs to eat and cry about my lack of followers), but I would like to know if anyone is reading. Now I shall sit here for an hour waiting for the comment that might not come. . . But hey that's another excuse not to clean my room! And isn't that what this blog is all about?
            I guess you could say my blog and my room, are works in progress. If I keep blogging, I'll feel happy, and if I feel happy, I'll buy a lottery ticket, and if I buy a lottery ticket, I'll win the lottery, and if I win the lottery, I'll be rich, and if I'm rich, I might get snooty, and if I get snooty, no one will like me, and if no one likes me, I'll be alone. Wait. . . that turned negative. . . And if I'm alone, I'll have no friends, and if I have no friends, I'll write more, and if I write more, I'll get famous, and if I get famous, I'll get more money and people will like me! Yay, so I'll stay blogging instead of cleaning my room at the moment.

Notes to Self Kinda

Hi, my name is Jocelyn, And I have a problem.
        
            Like most teenage girls, I have ten billion articles of clothing that like to jump out of my closet and onto my bedroom floor. And in most households like mine, a messy room does not fly with the mother. "Clean your room, Jocelyn" is honestly said as much as "I love you". (she would kill me for saying that). When the epic battle of cleaning my bedroom begins, it starts off with yelling and lots of questions. "Why don't you put your underwear in the drawers?" or "Make up does not belong on the bed!" And the thing is, I don't even like having a messy room! Or being yelled at!     
          But one does not simply clean their room without finding an old picture or secret note to reflect on for fifteen minutes. I can't listen to music when I clean my room either, because if my song comes on, I'm in my own music video and no one can touch me. Please tell me I'm not the only girl this happens too!! Sometimes I walk in my room and think "Jocelyn your room would look so cute if you cleaned it!" but then I'm like "Maybe later I gotta go watch The Carrie Diaries". I get distracted a lot. I need a list of this to do and little games to play while I'm cleaning the black hole I sleep in.
         So here goes nothing:                                                                                                             Jocelyn's Notes to Self to be Used When Cleaning your Bedroom

• Put down your phone genius, nothing happened on Facebook.
•  No that piece of Halloween candy is not edible
• You've seen the ceiling a million times, quit looking at it.
• That essay from three years ago is trash
• This is not the time to pick out tomorrow's outfit
• Stop banging hangers together to make it sound like your cleaning

        I hope this list provided some sort of help for you because when I was typing it, I was supposed to be cleaning my room...