a summer affair ends with sweeping

It’s August now.  I’m not sure what I was doing those few weeks of July, but I woke up this morning and saw I have lots of piles of junk I don’t really want sitting around my room.  It probably had been a part of my plan to get rid of these piles, yet now it seems they’ll sit around for some indeterminable amount of time.  I have rearranged my bookshelves.  They look tremendous.  I also uncluttered my corkboard while keeping that haphazard, cool look that hip teen catalogues promote.

Well, it seems I’ve already exhausted myself having written an entire paragraph.  Until we meet again, keep a keen eye to the eastern horizon.