Trust me, you don't want to know what my room looks like. But, I'll tell ya anyway.
First off, before you go any further, I should warn you that my room hasn't been cleaned since it was painted in April of 2003. If you're scared already, you probably just want to skip the next few paragraphs.
I'll start with the bed. It's one of those really cool queen-size beds with the drawers under it and lights and a mirror on the head-board thingy, whatever it's called. Of course, I might as well have a twin size, cause half of my bed is covered in everything from old homework papers, leftover Christmas candy, new homework papers, some clothes, artwork, books, to a stuffed Mokona, an Umi plushie, and a brand new Ascot plushie I just got for Christmas! (KAWAII!
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As for the other half, it's clean except for the pillow and blankets, and the bed's never made.
On the headboard-thingy, it's mostly trash that I'm way too lazy to throw away. But, I do have another Umi doll up there, and a radio alarm clock in a lovely green color. Oh, yeah, and a lava lamp I got for my b-day. And not to mention a week-old-almost-empty-mug-o-hot-cocoa. (Hey, that's actually not so bad. I've found moldy chicken and moldy grapes in my room before. And by the way, have you ever seen moldy apple juice? I have!
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Now from the bed to the floor. On one side of the bed, there is a very large basket sleeve that I actually won from some Longaberger basket drawing, and I use that to contain my clean clothes. Yes, c-l-e-a-n clothes. All my dirty stuff winds up on the floor no matter what I do. Also close to my bed is my karaoke machine, which I only use as a regular stereo. And then on the floor near the door is my beloved little backpack I use for everything I take out of my room (I actually call it 'chibi chibi,' for no real reason).
The rest of the floor is clothes, old stuffed animals, cardboard boxes in an attempt to actually clean my room, and probably a dimension to another world if only I could find it.
Now to my shelves/dresser/whatever. It's got all the junk you could ever want! I've got collector's spoons, beanie babies, jewelry boxes, those old Burger King Pokemon cards, some actual Pokemon cards, old purses, little horsie figurines, Dragonball Z action figures, blahdy blahdy blah.
In another corner of my room I have an actual xylophone/bell set/whatever you wanna call it. I'm actually taking lessons, and at the very least it sure beats piano (I've never played the piano, but my sister did for a little while).
Then there's a Chicago Bulls locker next to my door (I use to like them. Now I just like the locker). It's full of random stuff, just like the rest of the room.
And now, I shall describe the walls. I have a Rayearth OVA wallhanger in between my two windows, and I have various other Rayearth posters, including both stuff I bought, stuff I made, and there's also one I've been meaning to put up but never got around to it. Then I have some of those free posters you get on back-to-school night and a bulletin board that has a bunch of cool pictures on it.
Now, last but not least, my door. On the front of the door is more Rayearth pictures (Hey, guess what my fave manga/anime is!)! I've attached a picture that is actually on my door at the time.
So, there are many other things I haven't mentioned (like the laminated Ascot picture taped to my switchplate, even the Ascot 'Keep Out' door knob sign...) but you're probably scared enough already. The chance that one of you people out there can even attempt to call me 'tidy' is about the same as the chance of me eating mashed potatoes! (One of my two least fave foods in the world, the other being orange juice just because I'm allergic to it! Oh, great, now someone's gonna try to call me tidy just to get me to eat mashed potatoes... I won't do it, I tell you, never!)
I'm done now.
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