Spring Cleaning

i'm going to tell you a secret

I'm loathe to ever clean anything. I wish I was more "Type A" so I would actually be more organized. Alas, this is an impossibility as I fail when it comes to organizing anything bigger than my desk at work. My desk is always clean. ALWAYS.

In a fit of...motivation...brought on by the fact that my house is 80 degrees and it's super sunny and I'm crossing my fingers that this warm weather stays around longer than the stupid winter did...I organized my room. Put away all my sweaters. Dusted. Vacuumed up a spider. Did laundry. Put away all my art history books. Put away my boots (goodbye bright red, suede thigh-highs).

And I collected information on graduate school. Gaaah. I need to sign up for a GRE class, sign up for a French or Italian class (thanks "You Must Be Fluent In AT LEAST One Other Language Requirement) and stab myself for graduating college a year ago and NOT APPLYING TO GRADUATE SCHOOL THEN. Not that I knew any French a year ago anyways. But at least I could pretend. I can either get a masters...or...become Dr. Wood. Art History PhD extraordinaire. Who can't spell vacuum. Or speak French.


On the other Dr. front...real Dr. not a wannabe one like me...Bear has an interview with St. George. WISH HIM LUCK.