I have no sense of distance; I'm unsure of how big my room is (it's the smallest bedroom in the house; that's all I know. I insisted on it when we moved because it had purple walls
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The floor is cherry wood; the walls are lighter blue with a horse border (leftover from an earlier obsession). It's not square. There's six walls; the one the door is on is slanted to meet the slanted one next to it.
My bed (a wooden four poster with a bunch of marks on it due to it belonging to my inanimate objects abuser ex-stepcousin for a time) is in the middle (to clash with the rest of the room, it has red sheets). Above it is a giant dream catcher (another old obsession leftover); a red curled border thingy (I have no idea what it's called) is strung across that wall. There are also three "prayer" feathers, a cross, and a little sign that says "Warning: I have an attitude and I know how to use it!" (My mother gave it to me. She's not too subtle...
)
On the left of my bed is a nightstand that has a bunch of stuff on top of it, but more under it (it has a shelf for books that's kind of overflowing). There's a pile of books in front of it, and a huge decorative pillow, bag, and a few stuffed animals next to it. Above it hangs a little pillow that I've had since forever, a name tag (which I didn't make) from 1st grade, and a poster of Entre Les Trous De La Memorie. Next to that is my dresser (which matches the nightstand). There's a bunch of stuff on top of that (I need to clean); a few drawings my mother did for fun are stuck to the side of my mirror. Next to that (by this point you're at the door) is a bunch of shoes which I try to keep in some semblance of order. On the wall above it are three more "prayer" feathers, a bronze feather, a dream catcher charm/keychain, a poetry award (which I really need to take down; I don't like it), a copy of the poem "Ithaca", a newspaper article about our writing team, a medal, a fortune cookie saying ("Don't worry about the world coming to an end. It's already tomorrow in Australia." Interestingly enough, at the time I was paranoid about the end of the world; I found the saying to be comforting, if illogical, so I kept it), and two strips of tape where other things were hanging (a state writing award and a "gifted young writer" award) but have fallen and I don't feel like putting back up.
Then there's my door (being held open currently with a Keith's Saddle Shop bag and groom bag). On the wall behind it is a Japanese fan. On the next wall is my closet door. The music stand (its name is Hamilton, by the by) is in front of it. Next to that is a bunch of paper from safety wrapping a cow statue, and a stacking container for more clothes. It's kinda overflowing... I have a tendency to use that instead of my dresser, and I don't fold things well.
Next wall; my desk (with a bunch of stuff on top of it, including my laptop). The window is on the wall in front of it. Then there's some wires (chargers), and a picture board I took down recently. I don't know what I'm going to do with it. Above that is a poster of Venice Dusk. Back on the floor, there's a pile of CD cases. In front/beside that is my stereo. Then there's a bookcase with a bunch of random stuff on the top shelves and books on the bottom shelves. There's a broken radio in front of it (poor thing gave out after over a decade), my Spanish folder (don't know why, but it's there), a bag with all of my CDs (of course they're not in the cases; that would be rational), the trashcan, and a couple of blankets that have fallen from my bed.
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"Nothing worth having is easy."
Three years!