In which I hate papers

My mom made me clean my room up today. It wasn't dirty so much as it had papers lying around everywhere. Apparently, I get a ton of junk mail and bank statements and junk. I haven't had a chance to clean my room in a long time because I haven't been around and when I was around, I had a ton of junk (stuff that I need at school) in there and I couldn't clean unless I moved everything out. I hate stuff. If I could, I would throw away absolutely everything I own except for the stuff I use and my books and the two pictures that my great-grandmother gave me. I hate stuff . . . I threw away about 5 reams of paper from the junk mail that had accumulated since my sophomore year. I had to keep a couple more reams of paper because I guess it's the law. Stupid laws . . . It made me mad. I just want to throw it all away. I paid my bills -- why do I have to let it accumulate?

That was depressing . . . And now I have to try to cut curtains for Stacy, but Timmy won't help me and I need someone to hold the tape measure so that I cut straight.

Things I must accomplish before going back to school:
Cut curtains
Put stuff in my car
Dry the rest of my laundry and fold them
put gas in my car

Gotta be back by 9:00 tonight. Will I make it? (Note: I'm only on here because I am waiting for the laundry -- going to load my car as soon as I'm done here.)
~MK