why?

why? sometimes i ask myself this question. a lot of times i ask myself this question, actually. it seems that i make decisions in my life that make sense. they make sense, that is, until i think about them. this blog is about a particular decision i made that led me to ask myself "why?".
it was the beginning of summer break. i had just driven the hour and a half drive home in the most perfect weather there has ever been. i had my radio blaring the whole way. jesse mccartney was singing me his hit song "leavin" as i wished he was sitting beside me in the passenger seat. note: jesse mccartney is 21 years old, as am i. perfect. anyhow, i am home. i unload my things and cart them up to my room. this takes me about 30 minutes, as the only people to offer a helping hand include absolutely no one. thank you. i position my boxes and suitcases around my room in a neat fashion. to me, it would make the most sense to leave all of my stuff packed up so that i wouldn't have to pack it all up again to move back at the end of the summer. brilliant. insert question: WHY?!?! did i run into a wall before i made that decision? this is what that decision actually did for me. i wore my clothes out of my suitcases. then i would wash and fold them and just sit them on a surface of my room only to wear then wash them all over again before they got put away. they never got put away. i got things out of every box in my room to use and just set them down anywhere when i was done. result: a tornado went through my room and i can't tell at the moment whether or not i have carpet. now, as i sit here just days away from the end of my summer break and about ready to move in, i look around my room and wonder where to begin packing up. i wish so desperately i could slap the girl who decided it would be best to be lazy and not unpack but live out of boxes and suitcases all summer. i suppose that one day i will begin to think and use common sense. until then, i suppose i will continue to make life more difficult than it needs to be. hah.