My Current Home
I can't remember who posted pictures of their workspace in the past and got others doing it, but I remember I really enjoyed looking at it and intended doing it myself. What better time to do it when I should be studying for my upcoming history exam, right?
Well, this is my first appartment that I've lived on completely on my own. Its been quite an experience. I'm going to miss it when this episode is over, which its probably going to be sooner then I think, I really can't afford it anyway. But its a nice little hole in the wall, the basement of a character building downtown, on Broadway.
This is my workspace, complete with a current painting I'm working on and an aerobics ball that just doesn't fit anywhere else. I left my nice art lamps in the old appartment when I left donny, so now I just use regular lamps that I scrounged from god knows where. The tool box is curteousy of Shanker, a nice boy I used to work with who is going to school to become a shops teacher.
My two most prized possessions, not to mention the most expensive things I own. The Gibson was passed down from my father when I graduated highschool, worth about $6000 last I checked. The Titano is from my Mother who used to play under my Grandfather, I believe I saw it going for $3000 on ebay. Both get used quite regularly and I love them deeply.
My synth. No idea where this came from, or how much its worth, or how old it is... it doesn't matter because its friggin awesome.
The book shelf where I stick things that don't belong anywhere else, and my rat, who Ryan S. named Balonga. Her favorite food is bananas.
The mantel over my fire place, I try to keep this nice, but the more cluttered it is the less my cat tries to get up there.
My kitchen, messy, as usual.
My bathroom, such a sweet tub! I don't even care that I don't have a shower since my tub is so nice.
This is where I sleep, and lure boys to.
Tempting, isn't it? The doors to my room where strageticly placed when I checked this place out, turned out that they were broken.
My disgustingly cluttered desk complete with my sad little lappy that still manages to keep on truckin'.
Volia, now you all can see what a slob I am.
Well, this is my first appartment that I've lived on completely on my own. Its been quite an experience. I'm going to miss it when this episode is over, which its probably going to be sooner then I think, I really can't afford it anyway. But its a nice little hole in the wall, the basement of a character building downtown, on Broadway.
This is my workspace, complete with a current painting I'm working on and an aerobics ball that just doesn't fit anywhere else. I left my nice art lamps in the old appartment when I left donny, so now I just use regular lamps that I scrounged from god knows where. The tool box is curteousy of Shanker, a nice boy I used to work with who is going to school to become a shops teacher.
My two most prized possessions, not to mention the most expensive things I own. The Gibson was passed down from my father when I graduated highschool, worth about $6000 last I checked. The Titano is from my Mother who used to play under my Grandfather, I believe I saw it going for $3000 on ebay. Both get used quite regularly and I love them deeply.
My synth. No idea where this came from, or how much its worth, or how old it is... it doesn't matter because its friggin awesome.
The book shelf where I stick things that don't belong anywhere else, and my rat, who Ryan S. named Balonga. Her favorite food is bananas.
The mantel over my fire place, I try to keep this nice, but the more cluttered it is the less my cat tries to get up there.
My kitchen, messy, as usual.
My bathroom, such a sweet tub! I don't even care that I don't have a shower since my tub is so nice.
This is where I sleep, and lure boys to.
Tempting, isn't it? The doors to my room where strageticly placed when I checked this place out, turned out that they were broken.
My disgustingly cluttered desk complete with my sad little lappy that still manages to keep on truckin'.
Volia, now you all can see what a slob I am.