Wasting Time with The Sims

Another little known fact about me: I am obsessed with The Sims! I own both generations with a complete set of expansion packs for each generation.

Why do I bring this up? you ask...well on June 2 The Sims 3 gets released, and I'm jumping for joy. Guess what my evenings are going to be spent doing (after cleaning of course!). In general I'm a bit of a video game nerd anyway, but I've been hooked on the Sims titles since my aunt bought me the little known title "SimAnt" nearly 20 years ago. I still have it on my ancient Apple, and whenever I go home I bust out a game of SimAnt and Oregon Trail.

When I was younger I was socially awkward, and didn't make friends easily. When the Sims originally came out it was a way for me to live vicariously through them. After that point I just couldn't stop, so when The Sims 2 came out, I had to get it, it was revolutionary in is own right. But now, NOW--oh boy, I'm like a kid at Christmas, who was just told that not only do I get the bike I wanted, but I also get a pony and the Barbie Dream House. June 2 cannot get here fast enough for me, I spend all of my spare time on the Sims 2 forums looking at all the latest rumors, pictures, video clips, interviews, and information...I have a disease, but it's a disease I like, lol!

My Voluptuous Lips and My Messy Place

I did a good job keeping the sun off my skin on Saturday, the only body part that was out of my control were my lips...yesterday they were all swollen up and I looked like Angelina Jolie. They're still pretty tender, but I'm keeping them doused with "Softlips."

So, with commencement now 2 days behind me, and Salt and Pepper's wedding 5 days ahead, I'm wondering how I'm going to spend the rest of my summer. Sure I've got more than enough to think about right now, but I need a plan and I need to stick with it.

My goal is to clean my apartment. I inherited (from who I'm not sure) the messy gene. I can't keep my place clean for the life of me. Mostly it has to do with the fact that I could care less about my apartment, it isn't "home" to me, and I'm only there a few days a week. It's funny because Wino is the cleanest male I have ever met, and at first my messiness was "endearing,"--a real quote I'm not kidding--now I know it gets on his nerves.

I've always hated that about myself, I have a strange inability to keep things tidy. I think it's because I'm a pack rat. Or anyway I used to be, since I've met Wino, I've gotten a lot better at saying "no" and tossing things in the trash. I need to get rid of all the junk that I don't use. But it's still hard to go through the mounds of boxes that I have still not unpacked since moving out of my parents house (4 years ago today actually).

The only way to do it is alone. I feel guilty beyond belief when Wino steps up to the plate to help me clean...it's not his mess. I think I will start spending an hour at my house each night and work on an area. I really want to have virtually nothing but furniture and the essentials to live left in my home when I'm done. That much less to move out when I do decide to get a new place.

So, that said, I need accountability: that's where by blog comes in as useful again. I'm going to make myself report every night how much cleaning I got done. If I slack there will be public humiliation involved! Sigh, the things I do to keep myself in check...