i'd give my right arm to be ambidextrous

as I may or may not have explained in previous posts, but my bed is not quite a double bed, not quite a single bed. It is (or should I say was) two single beds pushed together, taking up the best part of my room. This was a set-up I had got quite used to, as I spent most of my time on my bed as it was when I had a small bed. Anyhow, I get home from school today - from what has to be one of the worst days I have had in a while, but that's another story - and go to my room, and something's different. "What?" did you say? Well, it took me a moment, but I got there eventually, half of my bed was gone. And the half left was still positioned towards the left of the room with a scary empty space, so the whole room looked wonky. As well as wonky, everything which had been under my bed (and trust me, that was a lot) was now balanced on top of my last standing bed. This confused me, as there has always been a spectacular amount of mess around the bed, and where the missing half of the bed was the floor was totally clear, there was actually a straight edge on the mess. Yet my parents had still decided to make some kind of balancing act with the stuff from under the bed, instead of putting it in the newly created empty space. Why did my parents take my bed down? Well, I don't think we can ever know the real answer to that question, they are definitely losing it. As for me, well, every single one of my friends are at some party or other, and I think I have set a personal record of events I am not invited to in one night! So I am watching "The Weekend Starts Here" on TMF, which is obviously not designed to be watched by saddos like me all night long, as I have heard this Cheryl Cole song four times by now. Not to mention JLS five times. *sighs* so this is what my life has come to!