My bedroom
Which little part of this world can you call your own? Where in this world can you best relate to? And which enclosure tells best about your personality and style? After a stressful day of listening to my design professor talking about a hundred different kinds of pencils, I like to lose myself in my own private hideaway. My bedroom is more often than not, the last thing I see before I retire for the night and the first thing I catch sight of when I awaken. It's not much different from the typical barely legal, but the little things that one often overlooks is what makes its special.The most irritating forces of energy awaken my sleepy head- Light and sound. Angie Martine's distorted voice blares through my trusting boom box alarm as she starts the 'Super Morning' show on 'Hot 97'. As I turn lazily to pound the snooze button, I'm hit by the penetrating rays of the warm sun which peeks through the little holes my kid brother made in my curtain. I have grown so used to those holes that I can in fact tell what time it is by looking at the positions of the rays of light on my floor.I find that convenient because it usually takes close to another minute to make out the exact positions of the hands on my wall clock which blends in v
" There are only nine of these around. Without pulling the keyboard slide I can quickly predict what's underneath; the sharp smell of dead sweat in my gym bag with its corresponding clothes. Its famous for its captivity because it takes close five minutes to get out off. Dre performing an operation on Eminem. Though I see it everyday I'm always frightened by my blue robe. Its bi-color impression gives me a sense of great energy and motivation. And its by that, it's easy to tell how hardworking I am. The unforgettable days of sadness, happiness, craze and ecstasy. My old shelf, with books dating back to junior high stands firm, adjacent to my squeaky door which holds tons of pictures stuck to it, ranging from my friends, family and even the car in which I had my accident in. This 18" x 30" desk not only holds my desktop, cordless phone- charger and desk light but also makes room for a stack of about thirty five of my hip hop compact disks. ''My room is a pig sty,'' I say to myself. I stare at the ceiling for another minute to be certain it seizes. In between that chaos there's always space for the little rubbish everyone has in their room; pieces of paper, pens and little notes. The authentic "Shaquille O'neal high school jersey.
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