It's January 1st, the beginning of a new year. This supposedly means a new year, new me, new outlook on life. Though I'm not that type of person, so it is more like: New year, same me, adjusting my outlook on life. If you had talked to me last week you'd have heard a little bit about how I wanted to start the year off with a clean apartment. This is definitely not my strong suit (ugh who likes to clean, certainly not me), and when given the option, would prefer to convince mom, dad or either sister to come down and "help" me clean while they do all the work and I poke around pretending I'm doing something useful. However, that was not a possibility this time, so I started small. Start some laundry, wash the dishes, tidy the kitchen and clean up my office space, wait no actually I want to rearrange a section of my apartment. Next day tackle some more of the rearranging, more dishes (never ending!), and of course more laundry. Following day clean out my bedroo...