*Rocks back and forth* It's EVERYWHERE.... But it's just so PRETTY... But..... Oh Crap....

Sup, people. Calrissian again.

I had my best friend coming around for a sleepover last Sunday, so mum said "Tidy your bedroom. Hoover it, and hoover under the bed." So I had my day planned. Wake up, go to church, come home, tidy up, pick up my friend.

Sorted, right? Simple? I wish.

This is a diagram of my bedroom: 

And believe me there is way more crap on the floor/table/bed/everywhere than I put on the diagram...

So, anyway... I needed to get this address for my Dad, because he needed to drop off an application form to someone's house. My address book is on my shelf of crap, so I climbed my ladder to get it. On my way back down I knocked something off the window sill. There was powder all over the place. Really, really sparkly powder. Most of the powder was all over my sister's bags and our shoes. I tried to wipe some of Sara's bags, but that just meant that more went into the air. I started panicking and was sneezing like hell. But when I looked around me it was just so pretty... It was everywhere and it was hell to clean up, but it was just so damn pretty... And it smelt like cream soda. I love cream soda. Anyway... I had to find Afronaut so he could tell me what to do.

Me: Hey... um... Alex...?

Afronaut: Yeah...?

Me: You know that Glitter-Shimmer-Body-Powder-Stuff...?

Afronaut: Yeah...?

Me: I kind of knocked it over and now it looks like Edward Cullen had diarrhoea all over my room... Just come. Let me show you.

-Shows Afronaut room-

Afronaut: Wow...

Me: I know... It's pretty, right?

Afronaut: Yeah... Your room smells nice.

Me: I know. It smells like cream soda. I think it was Ice cream sundae flavour or something like that... Hey, can you tell Dad that I'm not going to church? I kind of need to tidy all of this up...

Afronaut: Yeah, okay. When we leave for church, Take everything out of your room, whack the bags outside so you don't get even more glitter everywhere, then hoover and do the rest.

Taking my brothers advice, I waited for them to leave. I got a text from one of my friends, saying that her mum wouldn't be at home to sign the application form that my Dad was going to drop off. I told Dad, and he said that we would have to find another day to drop it off. That was when I broke down on the floor, scaring the crap out of Afronaut. I was on the floor crying and repeating "I.... didn't... even... need... the... address... I... didn't... even... need... the... ADDRESS!!!" And then i cried some more.

The address book was the reason why whenever I stepped out of my room, I left sparkling, powdery footsteps behind me. It was the reason I was on the floor like this:
 
It was all pretty distressing.

So I spent the day clearing out my room, hoovering all the bags and shoes, accidentally hoovering up a pair of knickers (I really like those knickers), saving my knickers (YAY!), singing along to my iPod and tidying everything else.


It was seriously tiring and all of my stuff still sparkles.