A Sock Dilemma

I think I need a more efficient organizing system for my sock drawer. The reason for this is that when a person can have as many socks as I do, and still not be able to find even one sock in a reasonable length of time, and then when they do finally find two socks, the two don't even match, I think that that is a good indication that the organization of that sock drawer is sadly lacking in efficiency. And I am ALL about efficiency. That's why I love sleeping in so much. And being lazy. It's so much more efficient than wasting brain energy on trivial things like homework and chores...

I have recently wondered at the well known tendency of mothers to like clean bedrooms. Why must one clean one's closet floor, anyway? It's not as if anyone looks in there, except the person to whom the closet belongs. And normally that person is not particularly partial to a clean closet floor. If that were the case, their mother would not need to tell them to clean it. After all, though, if one does clean one's closet floor, it is only going to get cluttered all over again, and then one would be forced to clean it, all over again, and this pattern could go on for... oh, well, the rest of one's life, I suppose. It's like one would become trapped in this pattern of closet-floor-cleaning. And who wants to spend their life cleaning their closet floor? Not I, I say, not I. It's a dangerous thing, this closet-cleaning. Beware of the trap.

I am currently reading a novel, by Agatha Christie. It's called A Pocket Full of Rye. If you know anything about literature, you probably know that Agatha Christie writes mystery novels. This is my first one, of hers, and I'm interested to see how it is. I was rather intrigued, though, because the murder occured in the first five pages. Obviously Miss Christie did not like to beat around the bush. Straight and to the point, she must be. Or, have been, rather. I think she's dead now. But whatever; that is beside the point. Um... moving on.

My mum bought a book at the concert we went to the other day. She's reading it right now, but I can't wait to read it for myself. It's called Emotional Purity, and I think it's going to be just the book I need to read right now. It's about guarding your heart and taking thoughts captive, and keeping your heart and mind pure, as well as being pure physically. Because people tend to overlook the emotional aspect and instead of saving themselves mentally as well as physically, they let thier thoughts run wild and they give away pieces of themselves to people who didn't even know. I won't claim not to be guilty of this myself, honestly. I really struggle with that, a lot, and I've reached the point where I know that I need to change that but I don't know how, so I'm interested to see what this book says.

Well, I happen to be going snowboarding tomorrow, and it happens to be past midnight, and I happen to be planning to wake at 5 in the morning... good plan? No... but, I have no other options, now that it's already midnight. Can't go to bed any sooner than now. In any case, good night!