Unpacking with Barney Stinson

This is my room right now (5 days after I've moved back to Vancouver):

Yes, my room is that yellow.

Now, with the help of Barney Stinson (because I think gif's are hilarious, especially one's featuring NPH), I'm going to rationalize my inability to get my stuff unpacked.


So everyone morning I wake up, roll over, see the floor, and am all like:

"There's so much of it!"

And everyone who sees it is all like:

"Get your shit together!"

And then I'm like:

"Yeah, okay"

But at this point, I'm like:

Replace the rabbit with the mess that is my room right now.

So, call me crazy...

I'm somewhere along this line

But I don't care, because it doesn't bother me:

It's true.

The real problem of course, is that I hate unpacking even more than I hate packing. That, and my room is so full of random stuff (mostly junk, but I'm all like "eh, I don't wanna throw it out, it has memoriessss") that, when I try to unpack (like this morning, for example), I end up just cleaning/organizing/purging the rest of my room in preparation, just so that I could start unpacking all the stuff I actually use. Also, despite what this picture suggests, I really hate when my room is disorganized, and if I unpack everything then all the stuff I use regularly will be scattered all over my room, and inevitably I will not be able to find it, or have to dig through a bunch of crap to get at it. Right now, I know exactly where everything I need is.

And that's my logic for why I take so long to unpack my shit. 

Also, I get distracted easily. And unpacking is boring. (Side note: when I came back for a month over Christmas, I kept all my clothes in my suitcase. Where I could easily find them. For a month.)