She knocked down my Aerosmith poster that was strategical placed over the back of a chair so that she would stop laying on it. Whore.

Sad thing...I have 4 posters to put up...and no wall space. My room is, as one might say, cluttered. *sigh*

Back to English essay. It's so fucked up, I love it! Completely informal. Almost anti-formal. And it's a half-rant on the youth of America and ... well, I'm not really sure what else it is. But I think I'm working within the guidelines. Depending on how it goes, I may post it later. It's not due until Wednesday, so I may put it on hiatus for the rest of the evening and just shower and get to bed. Yay for bed.


*Side note: I am completely random. My music, my posters, my tastes, my moods. There is no rhyme or reason for any of it. Other than the Aerosmith, I have a Van Gogh and two Disney posters to put up. I just went from classical to Britney Spears to the Saved By the Bell theme...and now it's Default. I also have a WIDE assortment of other music. And ya know what? I like it. I like being weird and unclassifiable.