My Room Is a Science Lab & No One Warned Me

I cleaned my room today and found:

4 half-dissected highlighters (Dude, why though??!!?)

1 biology book open to “endocrine system”

1 plate of fries fossilized into a museum artifact

14 sticky notes with half-thoughts and the realization that I might have invented ADHD before the doctors did.

Dad thinks I’m “studious but messy.”

I think I’m “chaotically brilliant with poor housekeeping skills.”

Both can coexist.