thoughtless betrayals of self
By all accounts, one should be able to tell the personality of a person by their room, and what's in it, and, especially, what one chooses to decorate their walls with.
aliveandsoalone, for instance, has yellow walls, sunflowers everywhere and pictures of her friends plastered everywhere. This belies a sunny personality, a deep loyalty to her friends, and a bizarre love of the colour yellow. Oh, and a love of Spiderman. :D
My brother's walls are almost bare, with only one little plaque made in elementary skool with his name on it. The room is mostly arranged for the convenience of playing games on his Xbox or PS2. That's mostly what his life is about, really: he hasn't filled out his interests yet, but he's getting there.
Now, what exactly do my walls say about me? A fondness for fucked up movies (Peter Pan, Fight Club, Closer, I ♥ Huckabees, Much Ado About Nothing), printed out photographs of beautiful people, anorexic models in beautiful/hideous clothes, and a rather destroyed closet door. Oh, and the egomania of vinyl albums from the band I'm named after.
Then again, I also have about twenty stuffed animals, a happily bubbling fish tank, and a cute little green lamp. Oh, and my cat is curled up very cute-like on a white down blanket.
I want to start over, but I love it all too much.
Next up: A dissertation on Why I Think iTunes is Psychic.
aliveandsoalone, for instance, has yellow walls, sunflowers everywhere and pictures of her friends plastered everywhere. This belies a sunny personality, a deep loyalty to her friends, and a bizarre love of the colour yellow. Oh, and a love of Spiderman. :D
My brother's walls are almost bare, with only one little plaque made in elementary skool with his name on it. The room is mostly arranged for the convenience of playing games on his Xbox or PS2. That's mostly what his life is about, really: he hasn't filled out his interests yet, but he's getting there.
Now, what exactly do my walls say about me? A fondness for fucked up movies (Peter Pan, Fight Club, Closer, I ♥ Huckabees, Much Ado About Nothing), printed out photographs of beautiful people, anorexic models in beautiful/hideous clothes, and a rather destroyed closet door. Oh, and the egomania of vinyl albums from the band I'm named after.
Then again, I also have about twenty stuffed animals, a happily bubbling fish tank, and a cute little green lamp. Oh, and my cat is curled up very cute-like on a white down blanket.
I want to start over, but I love it all too much.
Next up: A dissertation on Why I Think iTunes is Psychic.