My Messy Room

My sister, who is wonderful and perfect and not messy at all (unlike me, who has been given various titles which we won't repeat) decided to clean my room.

She informed me that she found:

• chanukah candles
  
• a staple in your jewelry box
  
• tons of change in places you won't believe
  
• your old black dying slippers from ages ago
  
• a pillow case snug in between your sheets
  
• 2 Christmas bags (those were probably from your buddies, but they have no place in your room)
  
• 2 gross unwashed cups on your desk
  
• a dried up gluestick
  
• a nail scissors in a cup of unsharpened pencils (in my defense, I probably had to cut something very small and forgot to return these to their proper place)
  
• an I Owe You from Daddy for $2.25
  
• a random dirty knob from one of your drawers probably
  
• 2 sweatshirt strings that probably came out during the wash (red and navy)
  
• your Hi-Q game and box (on opposite sides of the room amazingly)
  
• a shirt on your chair (do I want to know if that's been sitting there for more than a week?!? answer: no, it has not)
  
• *shaking in fury* the really expensive ring Daddy bought you from Israel on the FLOOR!!!! underneath your stupid labtop on the floor!!!!!!
  
• tal's little blue chamishei chumshei torah book Daddy gave him
  
• an unopened Harry Potter bookmark in one of your Carson's Pirie Scott boxes in your closet with one of your turtlenecks (I was neatly folding them)

It was her opinion that this would make a good post.

In my defense, I do keep my room relatively clean. I do. There's a difference between clean and messy. I am clean. I am also messy... don't worry, roommate of next year, I won't be messy at Stern, though. Really I won't. I'll be good.

On another note, my sister composed a eulogy for me over Shabbat:

"Chana was a very nice girl. She made all her friends over the Internet. When she died, nobody attended her funeral because there was no blogpost about it."

Yes. Well.

Do enjoy.