The walls of my room are light blue. When you enter my room, the first thing you see is the opposite wall. There is a window with a pale curtain covering it, looking out on my street, and a potted plant on the windowsill. On the wall itself, there is a Zelda poster, a sun-shaped mask, a clock, and several glow-in-the-dark stars. My bed is up against this wall. It has a blue cover, and has some of my stuffed animals on it. Beneath the window are the boxes where I keep all my old notebooks and drawings, and my dragon plushies.
Turning left, you'll see what I call my Junk Wall. My dresser is up against this wall. It has, as the named suggests, junk on it. Most of it is vending machine prizes like bouncy balls, sticky things, jars of bubbles, tiny flashlights, stickers, and other weird miscellaneous stuff like that. There's also a dolphin lamp. Above my dresser is my callender; the current picture on it (for March) is a big red field of flowers. The rest of the wall is covered with an absolutely insane amount of drawing I did in my young teenage years, most of which look terrible now, but which I keep up because they're still representative of me. To the left of my dresser, there's a small plastic table where I keep all my geological/cool things. There's several candles in unusual holders (including a very neat looking lantern), sticks, cool stones I found, my wooden flute, a piece of Native American pottery my dad found, several candle samples from an old fundraiser my sister did (I kept 'em because they smell so nice), and my polished rock collection. I keep my polished rocks in what I call my "lapis"--it's a big glass box in the shape of a dodecahedron, with brass in-between the panels. It's ridiculously cool.
On the right wall, you'll see my "bookshelf." It's actually composed of a number of painted wooden boxes stacked haphazardly on one another. (They're something my dad and I made when I was little.) It houses my enormous book collection, not counting those titles strewn hither and thither around the rest of my house. It also hosts a small army of Beanie Babies, several old pieces of Pokèmon paraphenalia including a golden Mewtwo card-thing (I don't know quite where it came from but it's got its own shiny Certificate of Authenticity with the Nintendo Quality Seal and everything), some old Lego sets, and stuff that I couldn't cram anywhere else.
Finally, if you go in and look behind you, you'l see the rest of my stuffed animals in an animal net, several pillows, and my desk. My desk is incredibly messy and disorganized, but suffice to say it includes in its ranks my TV, my GameCube, a lava lamp, a couple of books there wasn't room on my shelves for, an old tea pot where I keep my spare change, some plastic dinosaurs, and all of my video games except for my Nintendo 64 ones out in the living room. Above my desk hangs another Zelda poster, and a very lovely painting done by my grandfather of an old, skeleton of a boat in the middle of a golden, grassy field.
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Yay! This is my room. Note the amount of space my twin sized bed takes up.
