Today I built something. That means I'm almost not a waste of oxygen. Except it was a predesigned CD rack from Wal-Mart... which means I am.

When I was little, I played with power tools. My dad was always building something, and I wanted to be like Dad, so he let me play with a little drill that was (gasp!) battery operated... it completely fascinated me. I made a wooden "doll" (by which I mean - two boards for legs, two boards for arms, a board for a torso, a board for a head, and a drawn-on face) and drilled things all the time.

Back to the present, in which I've been sporadically cleaning my room, a total war zone. I got back from AU, "unpacked" (i.e. threw stuff in my room, sans organization), packed for Germany, got back and "unpacked" again. Before I left for Deutschland, I cleaned out my closet and hauled out between eight and twelve big trash bags filled with either trash or things to give away. And it's still a wreck. Seriously... For days, you couldn't even see the floor.

All this wouldn't be so bad, except that I can't concentrate at all in a dirty room. At all. Even remotely. I twitch and dream of cleanness, for I am my daddy's daughter, and he is the twitchiest neat freak of all. So now I'm taking out as much crap as I can... I'm getting rid of a desk, a rolly cabinet-thing, two of those cheap white-and-clear plastic drawer sets, and possibly a rocking chair. My cabinet holds DVD cases, and one of my unpacked AU boxes holds CD cases, so I condensed them and got a pretty black CD/DVD rack that I had to assemble. When I was done, I felt like a wee little kid again. Should hammering and screwing remind me of being an eight-year-old?

I need a project. I've been at loose ends since I got back, but particularly today. Due to the demise of my friendship with Crystal, I have even less to do than usual. My dad, understanding this, has volunteered to help me paint my desperately-in-need-of-painting room and put up the curtain that usually separates the bed from the rest of the room. Yay! My inner interior decorator is giggling with glee... it's like finding a playground, hostilely removing the other children, and planting one's own flag.

Not that I'd ever do that... heh heh heh.