Cleaning is a Bitch...and Other Observations

(Lets try this again, as by some mystical force of jackassery, a good chunk of my blog got deleted.)

I've started Spring Cleaning just a few months early. It's made me realize a few things:

1. I have a lot of crap. I mean, I'm only a few steps behind Crazy Senile Packrat level.
2. Why is it that cleaning a mess makes it messier?
3. I may just have a hospitable environment for guests and partygoers yet.

Also, I made a big step in repairing a dear friendship, mostly through realizing that I was being an ass. So, I apologized and did my best to make amends. Whether it fully works is yet to be seen. But I hope so. I <3 this gal.

With that, my mind has gone to thinking about my first appointment w/a counselor, the date of which is coming fast. I've started to wonder what's going to come of it. It's safe to assume I'm going to end up talking about things I don't want to talk about, or that I'd rather forget. My guess is that I'll have to swallow what little pride I have and just go w/it if I'm going to fix things.

My 26th birthday is tomorrow. Doesn't feel the same as turning a quarter-century old (for obvious reasons). I've been informed that I have plans that evening, so it'll be nice to know I'm getting out of the house. I also enjoy getting birthday wishes from friends and loved ones. Here's hoping.

Also, I've restarted my Japanese lessons again, after a long hiatus. I still need to recover all my resources, but I'm already enjoying it.

Some random thoughts:

1. I need to take more pictures.
2. I really don't care for winter.
3. I wish I knew where my bloody Javascript textbook went. Hopefully I find it among the pile as I clear it.
4. Valentine's Day is coming up. Joy.

It's been an interesting month, to say the least. As I sit here, contemplating a cigarette (I vaguely remember mentioning quitting around New Years), birthday looming, I start to think about what the rest of the year will bring me. And that I should double my efforts to help that process along.

That, and I really wouldn't mind having a kitty around the ole' homestead. Damn "No Pets" rule.