Mah Bedrooms (I actually only have 1, but the S is for emphaSIS)

I was browsing the internets as I usually do when I stumbled upon this:



I obviously cannot have that room with those shelves and that deep blue wall paint. Still, I WANTED IT. I was like Veruca - which, incidentally, DOES mean wart in Italian - Salt in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Grand movie, that is.

SO I DID IT. Sorta - I don't have that many books, unfortunately. I had to dust my shelves anyway - for some reason, having an outdoor room seems to invite a whole lot of dust and fuss balls into my sleepin' space. Or maybe my air filter doesn't work like it should.

Steph Meyer wasn't allowed on the shelf - too big, too black.

I love that picture of the girl.

Dumbledore!

Why yes, that is a Charlie and the Chocolate Factory collectible card. Jealous?

A gift from mah grandma. I love her. And my spelling bee trophy - strictly a "you participated!" trophy but still.

It's only taken me about three years to put crap up on the plain white walls. DESPICABLE. And it's still sorta plain. EVEN MORE DESPICABLE.

You like blur? I LOVE blur.

Piggy bank, courtesy of my ol' crazy aunt in Mexico.

Even is she is a child-hating BASTARD. I haven't forgotten, Snow White...

Snickerdoodle the Hickory Pirate. He's been on TV! On Drake and Josh, he got thrown across the room in one episode. Twas a sad day for Hickory Pirates EVERYWHERE.

Lollipop from Disneyland, licked by nobody... 'cept Clark Happy Boxx.


Consider that a Blur gift from the GODS.


I've been steadily skipping around my collection of Potters. Yay!



Who knew California Strawberries spoke French? I won't lie - I'm impressed, Stawberries.

I've never been much of a cereal person, so obviously me and oatmeal are little more than aquaintances. I love the smell of oatmeal - the problem with oatmeal is that every bite I've ever taken of it tastes like flavorless mush. I like my mush FLAVORFUL, thank you very much. Still, I decided to give oatmeal a chance because it lowers cholesterol and the idea of stuff clogging up my arteries REALLY FREAKS ME OUT. Not nearly as much as the idea of osteoporosis, which is FREAKING SCARY, if you ask me, but still freaky.


I have a feeling oatmeal and I will become the greatest of friends. Nearly as friendly as Ophelia and I. Ok, maybe not, you get the idea. (I mean, how could we be that close? Oatmeal doesn't even have a fine mustache!)

Also, today I heard about this dude who was having marriage troubles, so he hired a dude to kill his wife. Totally effing gangsta.