Hoarders

So, you've heard of the show called Hoarders, right? I actually have not seen a single episode, on account of the fact that it absolutely disgusts me. I kept seeing these commercials for the show and I would have to change the channel. Kind of like those ones that show the starving children and the abandoned puppies. I hate those commercials because they always make me cry. I hear the Sarah McLaughlin music and the tears just flow. Which is why I change the channel. But the commercials for Hoarders do not make me cry. They make me gag. I mean, how do people LIVE like that??? There are mice and maggots and who knows what else living in their stuff! It just makes me want to clean everything around me and take a shower. Gross.

But today, I realized something. I AM A HOARDER. Of clothing. I compulsively buy clothing. Weekly. I don't think a week goes by without me buying some article of clothing. It's a sickness, really. You would think that once I run out of room or hangers I would clean through and get rid of stuff I don't wear. But, I don't. I buy more hangers. I mean, come on! They are so cheap! A dollar for 10 whole hangers? Totally a good deal! And when I do get rid of clothing, I usually talk myself up to getting rid of 40% of my clothing. Buuuuuuuuuuuut, then I actually go through the clothes and get rid of maybe five things. You see, clothing holds memories for me. I remember where I was when I bought it, how happy I was wearing it for the first time, who I was with when I wore it, etc., etc., etc. That is why it is hard for me to get rid of them! I have an emotional attachment to my clothing. I need therapy.

However, today was the day! I have the day off, thanks to good ol' Christopher Columbus. So, in honor of him, I decided to clean out my closet. That, and I have nothing better to do since no one else has the day off. What is this world coming to? Anyway, I put my mind to it. If it didn't fit, it was gone. If I hadn't remembered the last time I wore it, bye-bye. If I thought, "Oh, I will totally wear this again!" and thought that the last time I did this, adios! So, how did I do? Thanks for asking! See for yourself...

You can't really tell, but that is A LOT of clothing right there. I would estimate that there are alt least 10 skirts, 15 shirts, 10 pairs of shorts/capris, and a few pairs of pants. I am pretty proud of myself. Yay me! :) But, the sad part is my closet is STILL full. But it looks a whole lot better! And I don't have to worry about dislocating a shoulder when trying to shove everything in anymore.

Dreams

So, I haven't been doing too well with this whole blogging thing. My stint as Relief Society president kept me a little busy, so now that I've been released I have some time on my hands. Back to the blogging world! :)

I started a new job (actually, maybe I've started three new jobs since I wrote last. That's bad...). I first worked at Bath and Body Works and a little kiosk right outside of BBW. Both of which were not exactly what I envisioned when I dedicated four years of my life to higher education. But they paid the bills. We won't talk about how much money actually never left the walls of the mall. We just won't. But now, I am a teller at a credit union. I love it! Okay, maybe love isn't the right word, but I've spent enough time unemployed and under-employed to be grateful for a good job. It pays better than the mall, has banking hours, and provides benefits. So, I am content.

Anyway, so back to the original topic of this post. Dreams. I've been having some interesting ones lately. A couple of nights ago, I woke up kind of laughing at myself (okay, okay...not literally. I did not literally wake up laughing. That would be a little weird, actually). My dream was just so...odd. I don't know. The dream was me learning that the "Billionaire" song by Bruno Mars was actually a remake of the hit song "Millionaire" by Michael Jackson, sung in the 1980's. No joke. I actually heard the Michael Jackson version in my dream. It was pretty good! And the funny part about this dream is that everyone knew that it was a remake but me. And I felt pretty stupid. So, don't go looking this up on the internet. It is not actually a remake. I just have really weird dreams.

And then last night (or this morning, as I woke up at 5:30 am on a SATURDAY MORNING! Who does that?) I had a dream that I was back at BYU and it was fall time. I can honestly say that I just felt SO happy in this dream. There are details that I remember from the dream that I won't elaborate on because they are simply just me remembering what it was like for me to be back there. I can honestly say that as a student at BYU, I was happy. Very happy. I think it has to do with the fact that I had always wanted to go there, even as a child. You could say it was my dream to go there. And now that I have graduated and moved on, having that dream last night made me realize that that "dream" is over. It makes me kind of sad in a way to realize that. I wish I could go back, but I know it won't be the same experience. So, I guess now I have to find some new dreams, but not of the Michael Jackson variety.