in which i crave organization.

Our apartment is fairly neat and organized. However, there are a lot of aspects of it that could be a LOT better, namely, the closets. Basically, Zach and I have a lot of clothes, and stuff. Shoes, random boxes of things, books that don't fit on our bookshelves, et cetera. Everything is just kind of shoved in both our closets with abandon and frankly, I am dead sick of it. That's why I have created a summer goal for myself; to get both closets (and, possibly, our kitchen cabinets) totally organized and get rid of a lot of clothes and other stuff. I actually do get rid of a pretty sizable garbage bag of clothes every year, which I normally donate to Goodwill or the Salvation Army or something similar, but this year I really want to get rid of more than just clothes, to organize and streamline our closets, and basically make this apartment more livable.

In order to effectuate this goal, I've been salivating over the Container Store website for the past few hours. That website is basically porn for organization freaks like me. I want shoe storage, spice racks, cupboard organizers and tons of other stuff. I realize I won't be able to afford most of it, but really, my main thing is shoe storage. My shoes (I only have about 16 pairs) are currently stored in..ugh..a big Rubbermaid tote. All on top of each other haphazardly. I HATE IT. I have to dig through it every day to find the match to a shoe that I already have in my hand, and the whole thing just is gross and ugly. Basically, what I want to get are THESE, a couple of them, and stack them on the inside of my front hall closet. That's really the only thing I feel I really need, although I could probably manage to rack up a substantial bill from that store if I wanted to.

I've come to realize that I lead a pretty boring life. I'm basically a fifty year old housewife at heart, what with all my baking, cooking, cleaning and organizing. I tend to get all annoyed when I don't get invited out when my friends all go out and it does sting, but it probably is for the best in the long run since I either (a) wouldn't go anyway or (b) would go, but would silently wish that I was home, drinking tea and watching a movie with Zach. This doesn't mean that I don't like to go out and drink with friends, I just was never much of a party girl. You might think that I don't want to go out because I have a boyfriend that I live with, and while I do love spending time at home with Zach, I felt this way long before I met him. I went out a LOT in college before I met him, but the nights I think were the most fun were when my roommates and I (before they turned into insufferable bitches) watched a movie or drank wine and walked around campus. I don't know, I know I'm sounding super boring and staid here, and don't get me wrong, I love to go out, but I guess I understand why I'm not the first person most people think of when they want to organize a night out. My reputation for being boring precedes me, so I shouldn't get upset when I am an afterthought, or not a thought at all.

I wish my hair could grow long. I've always been envious of women with very long hair. For some reason, at a certain point my hair stops looking nice long and starts looking ratty and gross. I suppose I could remedy this by actually getting regular trims, but who has the cash for that? Not the girl who wants to spend fifty bucks on shoe storage.