As I sit here in my computer chair, wearing nothing but camouflage pants and a smile, I wonder what I'm going to do with all that stuff in my closet. I'm betting my dad will let me store it in my old room, it doesn't take up much room after all. I glance down and notice the cover of the People Magazine featuring Daniel Radcliffe of Harry Potter fame. He has the same haircut as me, but shorter. Alicia scribbled out his face because she didn't want me to be embarrassed taking it in to the haircut place. I laughed when she did that.
I turn the chair to my left and see my half cleaned desk. How did so many pieces of a cookie dough wrapper get on my desk? I can't believe I never cleaned this thing. Moving those to the side, I see about a buck fifty in change. I also see the lighter that my sister brought to me from Paris. It doesn't work, even though I filled it with butane, but I'm keeping it anyway. Should I put that in my luggage now, or keep it at my dad's place?
And this is when I realize that I feel more like a real person now than I ever have. Isn't it nice having a life?
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Also, you rock.