The room has yellow tiles on the floor. Flower prints on the wall. Very pale, a pinkish gray tone with a hinted peach. The wall has various clippings from the TIME magazine on it, 'Can You Feel The Placebo?' and 'New Books'. A couple of ads as well, for Banana Republic and Evian. Seashells, mermaids, orange liquor... A page from an article on The Producers as well, Nathan Lane and Matt Broderick looking very comedia.

The wall is lined with a bed. The opposite wall, the long wall, is lined with shelves and little cupboard-looking drawers. On the far right is a series of them, three all stacked on top of each other. The middle one has pictures. Personal pictures, people looking straight at the camera and looking genuinely happy sometimes. Also a picture of the beloved/obsessed over/crushed on/'I don't like him anymore, really'. On the other wall, the short wall, is a classical guitar. Lying upon, resting upon, three identical chairs from Ethan Allen, courtesy of the kind mother who found no other place to put them in. (Holden Cauffield is coming back, MR..)

One window, which leads out to the balcony, or the veranda as some people like to call it. The little space between the wall and the room offers a great view of:
a washing machine
an oversized bag of unrefined salt
detergent
fabric softener
the master trash can (it all comes here at the end..)
pieces of furniture too ugly for a home inside the house

The door has a couple of towels that are supposedly there to dry, only because I couldn't be bothered to put them back. Laziness, yes....

On the opposite side of Earth. Great.

On wall is: picture of W crossing his eyes and sticking out his tongue.
On wall is: random snapshots of friends who haven't been in touch since June.
On wall is: nothing from my old room, all of which I miss.

feck, feck, feck.

there are three bags of clean but wet laundry on my floor.

the dryers downstairs decided to not dry my clothes but rather spin them around and around and around and around..

must go return books to library..

nearly a month and a half since last written in.

now incredibly clean.

have a new blue electric guitar as well.

happiness is the key to a clean room, sleep is the avenue to sucess.