Cleaner than Normal

For once in my little life, I have no homework. I am also not reading, watching, or doing anything worth blogging about. So let's pretend you care (honestly, just pretend. I know I'm monstrously interesting, but you can pretend if you want to) and write up a list of stuffs on my bedroom floor. (I am an unorganized mess of processed food, so I am going to leave out things like 'granola bar wrappers' and pretend they don't exist.)

• A stack of blank index cards
• An empty glass of nothing
• I Me Mine by George Harrison (The book, not the song. Although I can't keep a song on my floor.)
• A plastic spider
• A broken-in-half headband
• Posterboard
• My cell phone
• A colored in picture of Hermione Granger and Harry Potter than my friend did for me
• Brave New World by Aldous Huxley (reading it for school. Very confusing, I think)
• Old stories from years ago (because I was rereading them a few nights ago, exalting in my brilliance.) (No, not really.) (But seriously. Those were good stories.) (No, not really.) (But seriously.)
• A black skirt that is very linty- how did it get so linty?
• Some lip balm
• A pen that looks like a flower (I did it with duct tape)
• A magnet from Paris (!) that a different friend got for me when she went there over break. It has dancing people and some French words on it.
• This is Me by Charlie McDonnell (This is music- in CD form)
• Little House in the Big Woods by Laura Ingalls Wilder, because I was pining for my childhood or something
• Half a package of unused tissues
• One pair of skinny jeans, questionably clean

And that is it. My rooms fairly clean today. I actually do have something to do, places to go, you know (usually I would be lying but now I am genuinely genuine) so I leave you here. If you want to document your floor, too, try it. It could be Freudian Fun! Punny! Ha! I'll leave before I get too witty.