Why do paper towel wrappings have men on them?

Hate stitches.
I cleaned my room after school today. I moved my bed. I threw away a ton of photos. And some papers. I cleared out my stuff for Goodwill. It took two black trash bags. I organized a bunch of my other papers, photos, and games. I moved my rocking chair and put stuff on the top of my dresser in a better way.
My room looks so big when it's clean.
I have a test in physics tomorrow, and while I still need to write up notes, I'm feeling pretty confident. I actually did all the review and paid attention in class when we went over the problems so I realized where I'd screwed up.
It was kind of funny when Jake asked me about corsages and Tolo. Kira thought we were going together. Nope, ~I'm~ not his date. He asked me, but I said I didn't want a date. I don't want a date to Prom either. (unless, miraculously, I find a great boy--not bloody likely) There's something about going solo (and meeting up with friends) that's really quite fun.
Of course I've still got some preparation to do, like fixing up my halter top. It's a little... broken. A little fun with the sewing machine ought to fix it up like new though. (I'm going to look like such a hooker for Tolo)
My step-dad thinks I cannot possibly be related to my mother. Just because of the Goodwill bags. I was also getting rid of this "itty bitty bits" cabinet, but mum's claiming it instead and getting rid of some little shelf thing she has for her itty bitty bits. I was surprised she remembered how I came to possessing such a cabinet (which I had absolutely no use for).
Awk... feel bad for one of my friends in Kent. She has a bad time of picking boys. I think I may have to do some mass castration, but I haven't decided yet. Sometimes she gets on my nerves with her lack of wisdom.

Fin.