Final Description of My Room:
My room feels very big; it fits two nightstands, one queen sized bed, two full dresser sets, a vanity that is big enough to use as a computer desk, and a media dresser complete with three shelves and two cabinets on the bottom. But I’ve always found it cramped. The mounds of laundry eat away at the free space of the green carpet, making it difficult to walk. I have no bedside lamps; the only illumination comes from the ceiling fan that has four light sockets, but usually, only one light is working at a given time. When I was little, this room was my castle, a safe haven from the loud fights and booze. I would hide-away under the covers of my bed and wait for Cindy’s shouting to die down; it often took hours and reminded me that the walls were very thin. Still, the room kept me disconnected from the rest of the house, allowing me to find solace in the several faces that hung upon my wall.
I don’t feel that way anymore; the posters are still there, some have changed over the years. New faces have replaced old ones, but I don’t seek their comfort anymore. Maybe it’s because I’m getting older and this space now barely seems to hold me. Perhaps, it’s because I keep buying so much stuff that it’s eating away at the free space. Or maybe I’m just angry that I am over 27 years old and still living in the same room at the same house. When I was living with roommates during my undergraduate study, my bedroom didn’t even come close to having the kind of space as my childhood bedroom, but it was mine. I never felt cramped. This space was perfect for me. Somehow, it managed to hold my clothes and movies within its limited amount of space while still allowing me room to breathe. But returning to my childhood bedroom feels constraining – like the cranberry and beige colors, which I had no choice in picking, are slowly suffocating me.
I look around the room and can’t help but see that very little of the room actually reflects me aside from the stacks of movies surrounding the entertainment dresser. The comforter and pillow shams are beige and cranberry embroidered with a gold paisley design and was given to me by my aunt Lisa after I moved back home. Apparently, I was simply too old to have Batman bed sheets and this comforter set is more befitting an adult – at least, that’s what she said. Yet, custom-made Hogwarts Express sheets can be found underneath since I bought them on sale at eBay, the place where all the nerds shop. The wooden furniture set, except the vanity, was given to my mother when she was pregnant and she used it for the spare bedroom until I was nine years old. Scratched and dings are found on all the surfaces from when she let her drinking buddies stay over. Cindy won the vanity at a Christmas raffle, back when she still had a job. She gave me the vanity when I was a teenager, after replacing the shattered mirror that she broke one night after taking too many pain pills; the vanity was given to me to help me put on my makeup…I didn’t wear makeup as a teenager, not that Cindy knew this fact or cared. I was almost grounded for taking off the new mirror and throwing out the dainty stool so that I could turn it into a computer desk and play Resident Evil in spare time; my custom-built HP even has a red and white umbrella logo sticker to signal me after a hard day. After all, there’s nothing like taking out stress via murdering zombies.
Dominant Impression of My Room:
My room is fairly spacious and it fits a large oak furniture set. My friends always use to be envious about my room size when I was a kid. Perhaps, it’s because I spent the large majority of my life in that room but I never really thought the room was that big. It always felt cramped to me. The mounds of laundry eat away at the free space of the carpet, making it difficult to walk. I have no bedside lamps; the only illumination comes from the ceiling fan that has four light sockets, but usually, only one light is working at a given time. Thus, the room is always covered in shadows and this adds to the cramped feeling, making it seem as though the walls appear smaller. There is one window but the blinds broke years ago and no light comes through them. I’ve been meaning to fix the blinds since I was a teenager but I never got around to it. Along the years, I’ve added some bookshelves to store all my crap, mostly movies and collectibles about movies, on and this too has made the room seem smaller. It could because I’m getting older.
Details of My Room
In choosing a strategy for describing my room in more detail, I would like to start from the initial impression of the room and discuss what the room holds – going from furniture to carpet to finally, the individual objects I will describe the general layout of my room and then gradually go into more detail… I will start with my bed and move from right to left, describing the objects – slowly honing in on the parts that really show me.
My room fits two nightstands, one queen sized bed, two full dresser sets, a vanity that is big enough to use as a computer desk, and a media dresser complete with three shelves and two cabinets on the bottom. The walls are beige colored with an espresso trim and cranberry color beneath the trim. Underneath mounds of laundry, both clean and dirty, the carpet is forest green, a leftover from when the room was themed with white dressers and emerald green, a forest motif that was thankfully removed when I was 12. Books line the tops of dressers, starting from on the dresser closest to the door and moving across the room, my books are arranged in a certain order: first film theory and criticism, then politics and law, and finally on the top of my entertainment system is literature, both classical and contemporary.
Posters of my favorite films and television shows line the wall above my bed; this is the first glimpse of my personality. My comforter and pillow shams are beige and cranberry embroidered with a gold paisley design, but black BTVS sheets can be found underneath since I bought the sheets on sale at eBay. On my right nightstand sits an old alarm clock and a picture of my dog, Gilbert. A Poster of Jack and Sally from the Nightmare Before Christmas hangs on my wooden door. On the dresser near the door, the dresser that houses my pajamas and undergarments sits several photos of my friends and me along with various collectibles – a Batman action figure, a beauty, and the beast snowglobe, a buffy and angel bust, a writing quill and parchment from Harry Potter World, and old Arwen themed Jewelry box, a set of Joker and Harley Quinn pint glasses, a Buffy Funko Pop, my high school and undergraduate diplomas, and old starfish picked up at the beach with Britney, and various small candles.
On my vanity, the mirror has been removed and my gaming computer sits high upon its throne, surrounded by notebooks, pens, and sticky pads. The dainty stool that came with the vanity has thrown out, replaced by leather rolling chair. Another dresser lines wall opposite my bed where a Russian porcelain doll sits in a glass case right beside a hardcover copy of the constitution; inside this dresser sits my jeans and dress slacks and it is packed. A picture of my father and a picture of cousin Brittney can also be found there along with a replica wand from the Harry Potter films – Snape’s wand, in fact, it matches my Slytherin robes in the closet. A tall mirror sits on this dresser with newspaper clippings of 2008 election, the Palestine Crisis, the recent supreme court decision affirming gay marriage, and a tribute to David Bowie. Next to that dresser is a mini-fridge, housing my sacred stash of Diet Coke, RedBull, and Marlboro Menthols. Above the mini-fridge is class cabinet where old dolls and figurines are stored – I honestly don’t know why I still have them.
My closet door is next; the green carpet continues in here. I have plenty of walking space inside my closet. I’ve always felt lucky because many of my friends never had space in their closet to store anything other than some shoes and sheets. My closet used to store everything, literally everything as I use to push all my clothes and old junk into the closet when I didn’t want to clean my room as a kid. Inside the closet is there are two racks on each side; each side is separated from tees, nice shirts, sweaters, coats, and dresses. I have no more room in my closet and I can’t fit in any more hangers. I keep says I’m going to stop buying clothes – but it never works. There is a self above each rack and this is where I store my hat box of memories which contains old cards, yearbooks, and scrapbooks, and my trading card binders. There are two lines of my boots, tennis shoes, and flip-flops that I wear on a daily basis. I have a shoe rack hanging on the back of the door and it’s full with high heels that almost never wear.
Finally, moving from the closet is the hub of the room: the entertainment dresser where all my films, video games, and gaming consoles are stored along with my tv and cable box. My television is 45 inches wide and it’s probably my most prized possession. Movies are stacked inside the cabinets and alongside the dresser in three rows; there is no order to the movies. I just stack them near the television. I’m running out of room for the movies – I have over 600 DVDs and that’s not including box-sets. I tried adding small bookshelves from Walmart but they don’t help much. HDMI cables are sticking out of my tv, racing to the floor. My PS4 controllers are thrown haphazardly on top of the DVD stacks. From my entertainment dresser, there is only the left nightstand left before I reach the bed. Nothing really sits on this nightstand, usually, it’s where I place whatever book I’m reading or stack notebooks for writing, or just use as a holder for drinks and junk food.
It's 3 A.M. Again 