THIS is dad redoing my floor. The NEW floor, pic 3, is way better than my other floor (pic 1). When people say, "I like your floor" or "oh my, purple!" I just play along with the joke.(the truth is I HATED that old, dusty, dog hairy, dirty and old (I already said that, didn't I?) shag carpet. Also, when I walked... Oops! MOVE ON TO THE NEXT PICTURE to find out more... 
OK, I walked into my room after going to my Baba's house, IT WAS SO DIFFERENT!!!!!!! I was just... OH MY GOSHY! D I F F E R E N T !!! SUP... er. sorry. I got a little (you liar) carried away. so yes. OK, One two three, breath. this is what happened. I walked into my room, and there was no shag carpet and no sad gray looking walls. A fan was on, creating a hushing wind in the room. The windows were open, letting in beautiful streaks of golden sunlight. My room felt happy. wow, that sounds like it was from a book. I realized that after typing that and put it in a slant. (is it called italian? can you tell me in a comment? thanks.) You know, I should publish that. it's a poem. welllllllll....... BUH BYE.
