I mean, I physically did the cleaning and the studying, but social media provoked it.
May marks the 1 year anniversary of me being shoved out of my cozy dorm and into adulthood. As a whole, being a grown-up isn’t too bad. I really love having my own place and being able to take care of myself. But with no one around to give me a kick in the ass, some of my habits fall by the wayside. Other times I just don’t know something about being an adult that should be pretty straight forward. So I struggle sometimes.
I have a final exam (hopefully my final final) on Monday, and a ridiculously messy apartment that has been bugging me. My kitchen has been better since adulting posted Step 192, but the rest of the place is like an episode of Hoarders. Well, maybe not that bad, but it feels like it to me. So, my original recipe plan was to ignore my mess until next weekend, and then turbo-clean everything in sight, which would effectively exhaust me, and spend this whole weekend studying for my outrageously difficult final exam. And then I woke up this morning at 11:00 am, and felt like doing absolutely nothing. So, until about 1:30 PM I stayed in my pajamas on the couch, reading tumblr. Not good when you have a crucial final in a day and half. During my journey through tumblr, UfYH posted like a million different things I could be doing to better my living conditions. And I thought, I bet there are people in the world right now who read these steps and actually follow through with them. They are so much better than me. I am such a fuck up. So, I got up off my ass, brushed my teeth, put on real pants, and went to Dunkin’ Donuts for caffeine.
By 2 PM I was home, getting caffeinated, and ready to try UfYH’s 20/10 plan, where I would study for 20 minutes, then do something else for 10 minutes, and repeat. I got out my piggy timer and set to work. After the 20 minutes was up I decided 20 minutes was not long enough to get a good flow of work going, so I changed it to 45/15. When 45 min. was up I got up and did something really crazy.
I made my bed.
I really can’t remember the last time that happened.
And then I kept cleaning up my bedroom. I put shoes in the closet, hung up my jackets.
15 minutes of cleaning later, I went back to studying for 45 minutes.
And then I used my 15 minute break to make this happen:
^That became this:
Bitch is even polished. Do you see the shine??
My day went on and on like this until 9:30 tonight, when the sound of this little guy ticking for 7.5 hours made me borderline suicidal:
So, today I cleaned the majority of my apartment and got 85% of the way through an entire semester-long study-guide (which is now at an intimidating 45 pages).
And this was just one day!
Holy productivity, Batman!