My mom just yelled at me because my room is as clean as she wants it to be. I mean it's not all the way clean yet, I was going to finish cleaning earlier this week, but I'm a huge procrastinator, and I only have to throw away a couple of things and vaccum and she's yelling at me for have garabage on the floor and there isn't even any garabage! My room is way cleaner than it was so she needs to just chill. It's not like I asked for her aunt to stay in my room anyways! I don't even want her to! Where the heck am I suppose to stay! In the gosh dang living room with my brother?! Ugh I don't like anybody in my room, not even my friends. It's my space. I need my space. Plus it's gets way to hot in the living room. I need the icy chill of my room. UGH she just ticks me off! And I think I'm getting sick, my throat is starting to hurt like a a maniac. And I want some Gosh dang pizza and sweidhs fish!!! Ugh I'm just in a terrible mood. I wish I could draw Indigo.