Maybe I'm a tornado.

My door remains closed today, for if another human enters and faints in fear I might just cry. You could say my room is messy. Or you could say it is a sign of genius, or creativity, or some other ridiculous thing lazy and messy people make up to make themselves feel better. Yea... That would be me. See, but- I have an excuse! I am a student. Una estudiante! Through the hours, HOURS, of hard work.. there rests no time to clean my room. But most people can say that right? And most people can say: yea, my room is a mess. But seriously. Seriously. I don't think there has ever been a messier room then mine, ever. Ask anybody who has been in there in the past finals week. It has reached complete and utter destruction. I'm scared of it. I never go in there. I dread the fear of falling on my face from tripping on clothing and batteries, notebooks and lamps, muffin baskets and stuffed animals, pens and earrings, this list will continue... um, papers are everywhere too. It looks like a tornado hit it. And a tornado did kind of hit it, considering my windows were left open one night with a lot of wind, but honestly the wind didn't do much damage. But that can be my excuse... Ha, yes, my room.. A tornado hit it, so you know, I got to get some professional help here. And besides, I'm a student with hours of work, what's more important good grades or a clean room? 


YEA, well... Schools over. So umm... It's time to cook some clothing. 
Yes. I said cook as opposed to clean or tidy or something that made sense. You see, I was in the elevator once and an old women slowly came in the door way. She looked up and said hi, and then proceeded with, "I've got to check if my laundry's cooked!" I've used that phrase ever since. So, yes. It's time to cook some clothing, and then proceed to tidy my desk, and then of course get into some serious decorating. Because now I have the time. And the patience. And the desire. My. Room. Will. Be. The. Cooliest.
Just you wait and see!
Mhmm.. 
Just you wait and see.