RAGE AGAINST THE WASHING MACHINE

My bedroom is killing me. It's so messy, there's stuff everywhere! It's like sleeping in a dustbin.

I can't wait for my sister to move out so that I can take over her bedroom and get everything sorted! I sound really mean, but I hate not being able to walk across my bedroom without jumping and holding on to things trying not to fall over.

I recently bought a lot of new cool stuff at IKEA, and I really want to start painting the walls of the new room, placing the furniture and make it my room.

I plan on painting one of the walls purple or red. That would be really cool! My friend Sunniva has got one purple wall in her room, so I have to ask her first. Don't want to steal the style. At least not whitout warning her first!

I feel I'm running out of time. Sunniva is moving in with me in the end of the month, but my sister's not moving out before the 14th. And I have to wash, paint walls, paint furniture, letting it dry, move furniture, find out what to keep and what not to, and wash the room where Sunniva is moving in. And in addition, the school begins again in a week and a couple of days! I don't even have money to buy paint. And Andrea left a lot of spots on the walls of the room I'm moving in to, after thinking that using glue is smart when hanging up pictures. Fantastic.

Thank you.

And by the way, my washing machine is dying. I hate wearing dirty clothes.

It got sick a few days ago. When trying to wash clothes, only some of it got wet (and the few wet clothes were soaked) and there were spots of soap on them. Then the water got all over the bathroom, and our socks got wet everytime we went in there!

I don't think we'll be able to save it. (She said in a hopeful way.)

In the mean time, I'll have to take the dirty clothes to my mum to get it washed. (As if she didn't have enough clothes to wash already!)

The pillows and the carpet I bought at IKEA: