Later that afternoon, I decided to clean my room, which I am currently a quarter of the way done. Just to let you know, I haven't cleaned this room in about 6 months because I haven't had the time to even touch a broom. The room quickly became my mother's fifth closet for her fabrics and what not. Well, it has always been that way, but It has gotten to a point where I couldn't even walk around my room because of all the crap in the way. Also, I went with the cleaning mostly because to fine things I lost somewhere in my room. This is what I currently found:
- Three vegetarian Hindi cooking recipes, enough to make a dinner.
- Four books I owe for 2 libraries.
- My 4GB Flash Drive.
I decided to declare a major in General Psychology. I know it may sound weird for someone who is trying to become an editor, but I want to do this because I like the human mind. I like the theories that are currently floating around the world at the moment. If it means I have to take an extra year or seven, so be it. I know my dreams may be pushed back, but I want to do something other than reading literature, "expand my horizons," as one might say. I want to stare at rats at least once.
Now I have to think about how to finish cleaning this dang room.