It would seem that no room was safe from transformation with A.J. around in it for any lengthly amount of time. What was, not mere hours ago, a simple hotel room had now seemed to have finally been turned into a little make shift art studio. Furniture moved to accommodate the large sheets of canvas A.J. had picked up at a supply store to not get ( Read more... )

A.J. was bored. Bored, bored, bored. So he tried to think of some of the things he could do. Let's see. He still didn't have an invention for class; he could work on that. He still hadn't finished reading that book Beauty gave him forever ago; he could read that. He technically hadn't finished his dresser project; he could finish that ( Read more... )

That horrible, hacking, coughing sound coming through the door of room 402? Yeah. That would be the result of picking through trash in a junkyard in rainy, sleety cold weather. It was worth it, though, because it gave A.J. this really awesome cooling unit thing that he, feeling inspired after class, curled up with and idly painted while ( Read more... )

Please, don't ask what A.J. is doing with all that metal, wire, mosquito net, and paint by the dresser. He doesn't rightly know himself.

But, whatever it is, it's fun, and it's starting to look really, really cool. At least, he certainly thinks so.

[[ yup. door and post, they be open. ]]

A.J. woke up inspired this morning, so he'd managed to have gotten a whole 'nother wall of the room done, a burnt orange with a big lime green-and-dark purple spiral in one area, and then vine-like creations inching up a corner. So, now, the room was warm from his attempts to air it out and let the paint dry, the fans going, and A.J. sat in the ( Read more... )