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.
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