stuck in a room call that roomstuck

At last, a name for the poor sap. We rejoice with confetti. "Jack Callahan", an acceptable title for an acceptable boy, despite the fact that the font may be off. You can't win them all. 
Now that's over with, the young man can begin preparing for his birthday celebration later this evening. What should he do first?

==> check out the room
cant have the birthday boy have a messy room ig

You are now JACK CALLAHAN.
You attempt to both check out the room and look for a computer at the same time.
Thankfully, you manage to complete both tasks at once. Here is your room, and here is your computer!
Nobody's messaging you now, to your utter disdain. But you can look at your cool bedroom!
Your walls are decked out with some COOL ASS POSTERS. They feature your favorite thing: KNIFE CLUB, unequivocally the best film ever released. It is your favorite. You tell people you like it for its SICK KNIVES and DEEP MASCULINE STORY. Truthfully, you like it because it's about your favorite character from the book, DICK WALKER, and he doesn't get enough metaphorical screentime in the original story.
Your bed is actually just a MATTRESS ON THE FLOOR. This is the most ergonomic and efficient setup you can possibly imagine, and you take no criticism on it.
Your floor is perfectly clean. This is because all of your possessions are in that BOX IN THE CORNER. If you opened it, they'd probably all fall out.

The BOX IN THE CORNER draws you in. You try to resist, but cannot escape its hypnotic allure. A sense of dread begins to dawn on you. Horrified, you simply cannot help yourself. Despite yourself, you pull the lid open.

Your bedroom is now filthy. AMBIGUOUS GARBAGE coats the floor. Perhaps with a higher pixel count you'd know what it was, but as is, it's just blobs of black and white. This is slightly annoying, but it'll be fine. You can deal. You're JACK FUCKING CALLAHAN, for chrissakes.
Despite your words, the filth gets under your skin. You don't like standing on this gross floor. It is abhorrent.

You decide to UTILISE your computer. Better make sure your friends are gonna be at the party!
You boot up your computer. It's an AMBIGUOUSLY BRANDED LAPTOP, but for some reason it still uses WINDOWS XP. You and your friends don't trust that modern tech.
You boot up Pesterchum, the hot old-fashioned communications device, to contact your buddies.

Who will you contact first?
>xXleminmerengueXx
>listKiller
>soverignPenance

You mull it over before the warm glow of your computer screen.

Suddenly, you're the girl.
You stare at the chat. You suspect you will not be the girl for long. You'd better make good use of this time.

Suddenly, you become aware of yourself. You close out the computer.
You need a name, you think to yourself. But then you remember! You are fifteen, and received a name two years ago.
Your name is JENY HORSHWITZ. You are probably cooler than all of your friends, even though you're a lot younger. You only turned 15 about two months ago. Your room is sparsely decorated because you're not allowed to have a large number of possessions. But the decorations you do have are SUPER COOL!

You're using it as a desk right now, but beside your bed is a VANITY DRESSER. Your bed is one of those cool ones with the drapes that every kid wishes they had. That's right- they sooo wish they were you. As LK would say? You're the shit.
Right now, you're working on a birthday present for your good friend SS, who, as of today, is named Jack. You immediately incorporate that into your lexicon and then puzzle over your next move. Maybe you should finish the birthday present before anything else? You're not sure.