Space Travel

Today I cleaned my room. And when I say "cleaned", I mean, REALLY cleaned it. My mother didn't tell me to do it. I have come to the conclusion that when she makes me clean it, I either A) won't do it or B) do it half heartedly. But, whilst I was cleaning, I found all of my American money and then got sad. I also found lots of my old Disneyworld tickets so I put them in photo collage thing-- which now consists of New York, London and Florida things (like tickets... yeah, I'm lame like that.) I also found my iPod, which is great because I swore that I had lost it. So, the whole day has consisted of cleaning, Animal Cops Arizona, The Great Gatsby and To Kill A Mockingbird. Truthfully, I shouldn't be reading the latter, but I hatehatehatehatehate A Streetcar Named Desire and I'm fed up of writing about death and desire.