hurricane katrina: not gone yet!

my room looks like Katrina has gone through it. there is a pair of jeans hanging from the ceiling, 2 tee-shirts hanging from the curtain rod, which has gone wrong somewhere and is hanging at a horrendously crooked angle, there are 3 dead plants on the windowsill, some stray cat is living under the bed, the entire top of the dresser is soaked with water from who-knows-where, there are 800 bobby pins scattered across the nightstand among hair elastics and clasps, there are 25 items of dirty clothing piled up on my desk, the bamboo-circle curtain has pens, phone numbers, and choreography sheets stuck in it, numerous band cds are lying all over the floor, there are 4 apple cores, 6 half-eaten bags of pretzels, and 7 orange peels scattered across the rug, 3 empty glasses line the bookshelves, there is an unidentifiable purple stain on the carpet at the foot of the bed, tissue paper, tape, scissors, buttons, nail files, and tubes of super glue are shoved haphazardly on top of a chaotic pile of shoes, there are 3 items of clothing still hanging in the closet (the rest are on the floor, under the bed, on top of the bed, hanging from the ceiling or curtain rod, on the desk, or in the hamper) and I just found my cell phone in the overflowing trash can.



In Other News: Fall band has begun.