Attic=Room?

My room is, eventually, going to be in the attic. But because the attic looks like an elephant ate the contents of three Dumpsters and then exploded, it's taking a lot (emphasis on the LOT) of work to clean up/out up there. Also, about 15/16ths of the junk up there doesn't even belong to me, so while I clean up my own mess I also have to organize my siblings/parents stuff, too. It's not too comfy either...my brother is a hoard, so there are Legos, playing cards, random fluff from a Buzz Lightyear he mutilated, etc. strewn about my floor. I swear, I go to bed at night and find Legos embedded in my feet (okay, exaggeration, but STILL). I have my clothes up there in my (finished) closet (yay!), but there is still a lot of work to be done (i.e. sorting clothes, selling clothes, giving clothes away, ripping clothes to shreds when I get frustrated, clothesclothesclothesclothes). Did I mention that there is a lingering scent of smoke? And those ashes on my desk? And before you ask, no I don't smoke. But I recently tested out my previously un-tested pyromania and...voila, bye-bye bad test grades! So just in case you ever find yourself wondering 'What's Brianna's attic like?', there you go. Bam.

Oh, and, by the way, I'm switching shops again. Wee. Adios carpentry. Helloooo drafting.