I kissed a girl...
Hehe, no, I haven't kissed a girl lately, but that's the song that somehow made me want to redecorate my room. And by redecorate, I mean move the furniture around. And let me tell you, it's one helluva song (it'll be on my playlist later if you're reading this shortly after I wrote it; if not - it's on there now) because I'm telling you. I've been moving furniture for half an hour and my end result is thus: Nothing's changed. Ok, so, first, I thought that since there was a big space between my desk, which is in the the corner of my room right next to the window (it's a big, around-the-corner desk that the people before us left here), and my monster of a closet, which stretches all across the wall on the side of the room with the door (which is pretty darn long), I could move the bunkbed that my mother is making me keep so, in the off chance I ever have a friend over, she can sleep in the top bunk, where I usually store stuffed animals, discarded...