LEGITERALLY

Alrightee, so I am the kind of person that stresses out. A lot. Usually when I start to flip out, I just sit down and legiterally do nothing to try to calm down. Well the other day, life decided to rock and make me go insane with stress so I did something crazy and I cleaned my room. At midnight. No big deal. Okay, so not only did I just clean my room, I also de-cluttered my room. (The more I look at it, the weirder the word clutter is and the harder it gets to tell if my spelling is correct) Well, as I did this and put a pile of random items in the middle of my room, I realized that i am apparently a hoarder. I  belong on a show with crazy people who collect every item that they have ever owned in their entire life. Therewere just so many weird items in that pile. To name a few: soap, like 8 pairs of scizzors (a word like clutter mentioned above), 3 bottles of sunblock, disney sheet music from like 7 years ago, and about 4 different laundry bags. I don’t even know why I have most of these, nevermind why they are in my room. So not only am I a hoardeer, but I’m a bad hoarder because at least hoarders try to come up with reasons for having odd shtuff. I don’t. I accept that it is time to get out of my hoarding habits, so I threw all of that stuff away because I know that I don’t need it. It’s just too bad that now I just know that I’m going to have eight friends that will want to sing disney songs as they wash and groom dogs or something and they will be in the blazing sun and 4 of them will later need to bring home laundry. that would be just my luck. Well, that’s all folks!