Natasha, where have you been?

I feel like I haven't posted in awhile...but I have been working on draft posts. I just need to upload and edit the pictures. I have been back and forth to classes, and I finally decided to read The Hunger Games trilogy. I finished the first book in 3 days, the second in two, and the last one in two. The books are amazing, and way better than I expected. I just need to watch the first movie and then I'll be all ready for Catching Fire to come out in November!! Definitely a must read if you haven't already! (I know, I feel late, but I didn't want to read it when the hype was going initially -- I am not an initial bandwagoner-type)

My dad also chose last minute to let us know that someone was coming to do a price quote for new carpet upstairs. I was happy to be rid of the rabbit holes (yes, I had one 2 years ago and she destroyed my carpet) and the stains (flying ketchup accident and my brother spilled my green tea when he was playing around).  I didn't foresee the next issue. Not only did I have to clear out most of my room for the carpet people for the next day, I had to move it all back (STILL SORE). That means multiple trips up and down a flight of stairs and into the garage or wherever we could cram everything from all three bedrooms. I had to do my room by myself, though :(

Anyway, finally get everything back in my room and work on putting it back neatly and moving things and rearranging and whatnot, when I realize (as was said earlier by my dad and echoed by my mom when we first saw the finished upstairs) the purple walls really DO NOT work with the new red carpet! Luckily, my mom showed me a can of off white paint that she had originally bought for the master bath, but she said it was too bright for such a small-ish room. Thank goodness it was there, because I did not want to buy a new can of paint, and I wouldn't know what color to choose! So I have been painting. Still not done yet, as I have to do two coats (as opposed to the one it took the cover the previous bright pink (I was in a different room before)) on each wall and I feel overexerted trying to roll the paint all the way up even on a step ladder.  It feels as if I am trying to reach too high -- it's a weird feeling; hard to describe.