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Cleaning Like MAD

It’s time I decided to go have some fun.

And by that, yes Virginia, there is a Santa Claus I’m not waiting around for you to get to the point where you feel like you can date me.

There, I can’t say it to your face, because you’ll cry. But I know you read this thing from time to time, and you’ll call me crying, asking what you did wrong.  Read the previous entry for more discussion on the matter.

It’s not there anymore.

But you aren’t the only one feeling the effects of Spring Cleaning.

There are others, and oh how they are getting swept out of my life.

There’s a few brothers in the mix, a certain alumnus, one who has overstepped his bounds many times and pushed it to his limit for the final time during the previous evening.  He is dead to me, and it’s just my luck that he decided to stick around here for one more year to wait around for his girlfriend and get his MBA instead of pursuing his dreams of law school and such and sundry.  When he made that announcement, my heart sank.  When he pulled the stunt he did on the night of the 26th of April, I decided that the best course of action was for him to become dead to me.

All that extra energy came out tonight.  I got disgusted with the conditions I was living in, so I took it out on the room.  I cleaned this fucking thing from bow to stern.  Well, not so much cleaned as I picked a bunch of shit off of the floor and either threw it away or packed it away.  I’m slowly getting ready for the return of my parents to Murray.  They haven’t seen the city in over a year.  And I want them to.  I want them to meet my brothers.  I want them to see my new room.  There’s alot that I want them to see.  And I want to see them.  As much as I have despised them in the past, as much as I have put them down, as much as I tire of being around them when I go home, I want to see them now.

I’m still cleaning.  It’s nice.  To sweep away your past, look towards your future, and get out there and make shit happen.

Goodnight everyone.