Cleaning My Room

Yes, believe it or not, I finally decided to clean my damn room. What follows is an epic and graphic description of the whole damn process.

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The man who made me clean.


This isn't even the worst spot...


You can see the floor here.
That's seriously unusual in my room back then.


A half-full trashbag remains.


My pile of books.
Not for a burning, I swear. I still keep my books in piles.


The beginnings of a pile of laundry.


And the beginning of my collection.
Why the hell did I save empty pepsi cans again?


I like my bed. It folds in two.
One day it folded too far and broke. I miss my bed. :(


But I don't like the stuff under it...
Nevermind. My current bed is a couch, you can't lose stuff under it.


It's mostly books, though.


I do not know how they got there.


I also don't know why I took so many pictures.


Hey, look, a comic book!
<3 sonic the hedgehog.


And a football, and a book...
h8 football.


My collection grows...
Why, Pavel, why?


So does the laundry pile. Dang.


I refuse to clean the closet.
Seriously. I don't know what it was, but every time I cleaned in that area, I would always get sick that day and stay sick for a few weeks. Must have been allergic to something.


Dammit, I hate cleaning!


A pepsi bottle so old, the contest was discontinued.
I loved Pepsi contests. You could look under the cap and win free Pepsi all the time, so I'd only need to buy one bottle and live off my winnings!


A pile of books tall enough to kick my ass!


I found my old awards.
From the sul ross trip.


I got tired, so I danced to some russian music.
Really.


Pavel busts a move.
I embarass myself.


One garbage bag down...


Instead of being thrown away, the garbage just moves around the room.
Just like now...


I found a few speakers.
Why am I such a pack-rat?


I made a bubble-wrap carpet. It was fun.
Must... do... that... again...


It's almost full now.
But why is it there to begin with?


The pile grows.


Hey, there's a floor under my desk.


More junk and trashbags.


There's a CD stuck under my desk. I can't get it out.
It's Weird Al Yankovic's Running with Scissors. I got it out. Two years later.


More garbage. I didn't even try to clean my desk.
Ah, the good ol' space heater. Eventually the little safety-switch that's supposed to shut it off in case it tips over broke off, so I'd lay it on its back and put my feet right on it. Toasty!


It's clean. What do I do now?
Clean my ass. I ought to be ashamed of myself... and I am. :D

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