I took the day off from work on Tuesday, knowing that I would be exhausted from a late night of driving after the Death Cab for Cutie show (which, by the way, blew my mind just as hard as I expected it to). Instead of wasting a day sleeping in and then sitting on the computer like I had originally planned, I decided to put some stuff in my car and drive to my parents' house for a day of unpacking and organizing my old room.

I'm sometimes impressed with my high-school self. For example, the above wind chime was picked out by a younger me, and it's just perfect. It hangs outside my bedroom's porch door and I love it so much. It's just right for its space.

I cannot say the same thing for my bookshelf.

Here it is, in all its disheveled glory. It's stuffed with books I don't read anymore and actual trash that hails from a world where I did not appreciate the perfection that is a built-in bookcase. So, I spent three hours emptying it and starting over.

It still needs some work, especially in the space that should be my desk, but at least what's there is alphabetized.

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One of the oldest things in my house needs no improvement. Rocky hung out with me all day. 

I think he's only getting more awesome in his old age.

There's a lot to be said for growing up.

At least, that's what my dog told me.