The other morning, I was declared unfit to keep the plant in my room by my mother.
It would have greatly angered me, had she not confiscated it at an ungodly time in the morning. I tried to protest, but I was much too incoherent.

Last spring, I decided I really needed a plant in my room. First of all, plants are really pretty indoors. Secondly, they're supposed to help you breathe better.

So one day, admist all my clutter and piles on my dresser, I found a plant sitting there. It was much too big to be sitting on my precious dresser top space, but I just left it there. I had too much to do to worry about cleaning.

After I started cleaning my room this month, I sat the plant on my floor. Now I had remembered to water this plant and all, but it was just in the way. I was planning on getting to making a place for it.

I had been up until probably close to four in the morning, because I had watched The Truth About Cats and Dogs on network tv, and it didn't get over until 3am. Then I read or something.

So I'd been sleeping a mere six or so hours when Mom came in and yelled at me.
"You can't keep a plant on your floor!"
"Huhhh, I'm gonna move it......"
"Do you even water it?"
"Yeah, I just did....."
"Why is on the floor?"
"It.....too big.....not enough room...."
"I'm taking it"

So now my plant is gone.

And I'm sad about it. But I guess I deserved it. There isn't enough sun for anything to live on the floor for long.