I decided to clean my room out of my own free will today.
Woah, weird right? 0_o
So I spent most of the day cleaning,
and decided to take a break because Garfield The Movie came on.
My dad comes in after he's been outside all day,
and starts nagging at me to go back to cleaning.
Then later he comes in here, and tells me how my room has to be spotless because his boss is coming over tomorrow.
What the hell?
Is his boss going to be hanging out in MY room or something?
I don't think so. =o
But apparently my dad's giving him a full tour of the house.
Like he does to EVERYBODY who steps foot in here.
'Cause, all these people need to know where my room is and what it looks like. >_>
I don't have any disrespect for his boss. I don't even know the guy.
But I don't know where my dad got the impression that I was going to clean my room for him.
No, I did it because I wanted to, because it was messy.
So anyway... now I'm waiting on the vacuum... and stuff.
D:
I don't like our vacuum. It's an evil pain in the a**.
I try not to use it if I can help it. But it looks like I have to.
