Quick homage to Mrs. P: I loved my English teacher this year — once when I forgot my stuff to do an assignment on the Odyssey, I wrote her a short story instead. It was from Penelope's perspective and was very gloomy. She gave me full credit and an A because I entertained her while she was grading papers. It was a depressing story, too. I'm sure I still have it somewhere; I could post it in a bit.
Anyway, now I'm free for a couple days until the dreaded summer gym class starts, working on a short screenplay/indie film (more on that soon). But... you know what I'm going to say next...
Surprise, surprise — I got bored a while ago and decided to rearrange my room. Again. I brought in the awesome old 50's Singer that I got for $40 off Craigslist — it has its own little table and everything — and got rid of one of my bookcases since it was just a lot of empty space. Add in a bunch of posters and oddities on the walls and I feel quite at home.
|Ke$ha (until my giant poster arrives, that's my temporary fix), the X-Files, Roadsaw, Chanel, a tarot card, feathers, a small dried horseshoe crab (I have so many of these...), etc. My wall is kind of a paradox.|
|BEFORE (very messy)|
|AFTER (but before the posters in the 1st photo)|
|I cut all those letters out with an Xacto knife — they're lyrics to this song by A Fine Frenzy.|
|weird picture we found at a yard sale... it's an old hand-tinted photograph of a shoreline, but someone painted over the splashing waves with rough white paint so it's kind of a paintograph instead of a photograph or a painting.|
PS: I totally forgot that I guest posted over here a couple days ago. Oops.