My room is an utter mess. Lindsay and Erika keep telling me this as if i’m supposed to be surprised. While i appreciate that at their old house every room was a place to chill and at parties they all hosted their own tiny conversations, i really can’t deal with that. I have something like $3000+ in various guitars in here, plus my computer and cd collection, plus the fact that i’m an utter mess. Oh, and, yeah, there’s that thing where i never had friends or family in my bedroom for more than a minute or two ever until senior year of highschool (and that was mostly just Gina). So… i don’t know. L&E were up here the other night so we could use IMDB and they kept talking about how they could never live in a room this messy and how could i live like this and i was like… blah. Lindsay’s room is gorgeous and wonderful and i could never live in it because there is no sign of life. I like my room to be lived in… it proves to me that i’m still here.