Guess what came in the mail on Tuesday? (I haven't had a chance to post since then, sorry!)
I have named it "Cricket" and I am officially addicted! For it is true, my dear readers: My new iPod touch came in the mail and was waiting for me after school. I came home and my mom was whistling a Christmas carol...
Me: Isn't it a tad early for carols?
My Mom: *presents Apple box*
Me: *screams with joy*
My iTouch was free thanks to an incredible promo KeyBank was having back in July... I lurrrve it. It's so handy and adorable and slick. My background at the moment is "Dear Math: I don't want to solve your problems. I have my own to solve." Even my math teacher laughed at that one! :)
Another exciting thing happened yesterday...
...do you know what?...
...it's a once-in-a-lifetime event...
...yes, dear readers. I c l e a n e d m y r o o m .
Like really, really cleaned it. This simply does not happen! It looks like a page from a magazine, doesn't it? Tomorrow I'll be getting wooden doors for the bottoms of my bookcase so it won't be quite as cluttered, but it looks quite nice anyways, I think.
It makes me so happy to have a clean room... *sighs*
A note about the artwork: Most of it by the bed was salvaged from yard sales and is antique. One painting is by my mother (the one over the chair with a lot of green) and one photograph is by me and available in my Etsy shop (above the chair with the brownish border). The smaller pictures by the chair are from an antique and adorable little bird book — they have pencilled-onto-the-wall frames around them, which almost gave my mom a conniption until I showed her they erase cleanly. There is a watercolor of a wolf in a purple Victorian dress above my bureau, but the photo doesn't show her terribly clearly, so here she is. I am quite proud of my handiwork! (Bad photo, pretty good painting. For me. And I am a horrible painter, please don't judge me.)
I redid my room over the summer (spending lots of $$$ in the process!) and it is so much more ME than before. Before, it was very modern and sparse and IKEA-decorated... that's my parent's style, not mine. Isn't it funny how children unconsciously rebel against their parents' taste?
Anyway, lots of excitement all around. Today I am excited because we're having omelettes for dinner and get to watch old X-Files (family tradition; we're watching them all. In order. All 9 or so years of them. Yep, we're all mad here...) What can I say? I am easily pleased.