trading spaces.

I’ve sort of been feeling like I live out of my suitcase ever since I went away to college, and it’s been a long time since I’ve had everything in my room neatly organized and put away, and, well, livable. The biggest problem, though, was the abduction and takeover of my room by books. Don’t believe me? Take a look at these pictures before I took the time to clean:

so finally I decided enough was enough and set about the monumental task of organizing my books. After buying two more bookshelves and throwing out some books I just knew I’d never even want to read a single word of again, I finally had enough shelf space to house my library.

I’m pretty pleased :]. If I ever have my own house, I hope I can have a room of just shelves for my books. According to my bookpedia (a super awesome program for macs that catalogs your books for you based on ISBN!), I’m at something like 470 books. That was kind of a self-satisfied post. But I’m kind of just really happy that I have my room back.