Garbage, Prescriptions and Loft Beds

When I woke up, my cat had taken over the majority of my twin-sized bed. And when I went downstairs (it was about noon) I heard "WOOHOO!! SHE"S UP!!!" And I walked in the opposite direction of where the sound was coming from.
Then my dad came home and told me to empty out the car, and take out the garbage. By then I had only been awake for ten minutes. And telling a half-awake fifteen-year-old to do chores after only being awake ten minutes is like telling a llama to roller skate. Nearly impossible.
So I did the chores and went to my corner. My "corner" is the corner of the home office/living room in my house. Also known as where I spend my life.
My mom got excited every time the phone rang, thinking it was the doctor's office giving details about her mother's prescriptions. Because we were confused about how many pills to give her each day. So they finally called to say that she should take 3 of these kind,  of these kind, 2 of these kind and 1 with every meal. Which I would easily confuse me.
And while they were gone, I was looking at furniture on ikea.com. I always wanted a loft bed, so I can fit more crap in my room. And play DDR at 2 am. So my PS2 can actually be used. And I realized that I do have space for a loft bed in my room. My only problem is that the website does not tell you the weight limit for the bed. Because my dad told me it was 100 pounds. Which is my problem. I am 5' 4" and weigh about 110 pounds. So I don't think I can own a loft bed. But there's the little voice in my head that says my dad is wrong. And I guess the reason they don't put the weight limit is not to insult people.
BUT I NEED TO KNOW.

Photography

A few summers ago, I loved photography. I took pictures, uploaded them, printed them and even made several videos. My dad even bought me a photo printer and a cool digital camera. My only problem was that the printer was pink. And I hate pink. But I'm digressing. My dad also bought me 5 boxes of ink cartridges and paper for my printer. I thought it wouldn't last long, but I printed out about two boxes worth and then didn't really print any more pictures.
It was probably because my pictures weren't particularly "good" (they're crap compared to my friend's pics) or that I had run out of photo albums to put them in. But for one reason or another, I stopped printing.
I still took quite a few pictures, mainly of my friends and of the woods near my house. But then my dad bought my sister a camera. Which is better than mine! Hers has 7.5 mega pixels while mine has 7.1! And she hardly uses hers. I would steal it, but it's pink, and I hate pink.
THis post has nothing to do with what's going on in my life except for I'm on a photo printing craze at two in the morning and I can't sleep. So I'm printing out my good photos and possibly keeping my grandmother awake right now with the buzzing sound of the printer. I should really stop.