Room makeover!

So, so far it seems I have twoish readers, and I’m wondering why the hell anyone reads this shit.

Not that I’m complaining, just wondering.

I think I need to redecorate my room.

I haven’t since I was like 15.

I still live with my mom, ignore that.

But it needs more cool shit.

It’s got a lot of shit in it, but I think it would be cooler with better shit.

Like I’ve bulked, and now I think I mainly need to cut.

I know this blog isn’t a home improvement channel, but it is a nothing-specific journal so it’s fine, deal with it.

I have a lot of wall posters and paintings my siblings did.

I have a hatchet hanging next to the jewelry I don’t wear and the weird card that says "Abigail" on it that my older brother got me for my birthday a couple years ago.

I’m not sure why he got me that, my name isn’t Abigail, but I do really like it.

I’ve got several books all over a very wobbly desk with two chairs I stole from the kitchen in front of it, and a bin full of random bullshit underneath.

I think it would be really fun to paint my walls pink, have all brown furniture, except white lawn chairs, and then have dead flowers on my dresser.

I think it would be kind of disgustingly old paintingly looking in a very strange way, that would make me laugh in that slap-happy kind of way.

I have a whiteboard and I think I could do something cooler with it than just leaving it on my bookshelf with smudged song titles I was gonna post on my Snapchat story.

There is blood on my floor from a bloody nose because I keep forgetting to clean it, but that was more recent.

I have a guitar in my "corner of broken dreams" along with a broken violin, my favorite stick, and a golf club.

I have way too much furniture.

I have a dead apple tree sapling in a bag that I’m not sure what to do with, because I don’t wanna get rid of it because I’m kinda proud that it grew as big as it did.

The only reason it died was ’cause my cat peed in its soil.

I have a weird little knitted clown stuffed animal in this knitted bag my grandma gave me when I was like 5.

I have this huge canvas I still don’t know what to do with... maybe I’ll paint my dream room on it.

I have rings that I only keep to remind myself I’m no longer a fat kid, because they were tight on me as a kid, and they’re loose now, and I’m not sure how to feel about that, because puberty did most of the work, but now I hate my body slightly less.

I have these cool-ass sunglasses I was wearing in my favorite picture of myself.

I have several broken devices because I’ve broken all of my phones.

Including this one, like it just always turns off out of nowhere while I’m trying to like, text someone, or listen to music, and if it turns off when it’s playing sound it’ll make this loud-ass noise that sounds like gunshots...

I’m not gonna get a new phone until this one’s not functional anymore, because I’m already wasteful enough!

I’ve got too many clothes, but I do wear them all and they all serve different functions.

I think I should get rid of most of that.

I think I should keep Gene (the little clown stuffed animal), the bag he’s in, the art and posters, but I should separate them, I should replace the kitchen chairs with lawn chairs, and probably get rid of some of my clothes.

I don’t need the cupboards I keep my incense, candle, and random sentimental shit like this Halloween costume I made for my dead cat like 5 years ago in.

I think I should paint that canvas and then finally give it to my mom, ’cause I’m painting it for her.

I think I should put the glow-in-the-dark stars that are currently on my wall on my ceiling, ’cause I didn’t know they weren’t supposed to go there when I put them up when I was younger.

I think I should get rid of the random little black table I keep all my broken devices on, and this microscope I found in my garage.

I should get rid of the drawer I used to keep all my markers and colored pencils in. I mean they’re still in there, but I don’t use them so I think I should get rid of those too.

I should probably do something with all the random notebooks I have taking up an entire level of my shelf.

If I get rid of my notebooks I can probably put some of the books on the desk back on the shelf, which solves that problem.

I should probably replace my laundry basket because it is falling apart.

I’m not gonna buy paint, so the boring off-white will do fine, that’s what the posters are for.

And to support the bands I like.

I could use a cool-ass sculpture of some sort, like the thing the kid in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory made out of toothpaste caps.

I have a collection of bottle caps I don’t need, maybe I could do something like that with those.

Mmm.

Maybe I’ll put a bunch of thumbtacks or Legos on my floor and then cover it with resin or some shit.

I dunno.

I need something cool and eye-catching and random, but in a funny ironic way.

Ignore my juvenile tastes. I’ve always thought it would be cool to make my entire life a bit, so... my room is kinda where I started.

Overall I think my room could use a good deep clean, and a makeover.

Please give me ideas.

I would advise against drinking bleach.

—Billie in his interior design phase