My Clean Room!!!

Unfortunately, this means that I will no longer be able to use it as an excuse for getting out of potentially lethal social activities. Sigh.

My dresser and a corner of my curtains. You can also see some off my rather crummy bed. It has occurred to me that I should probably cite all photos as from my mom and sister. I NEED A CAMERA. This has semi-bad lighting; it was cloudy. Don't you just love how often I change the subject?


Here you can see my curtains and curtain rod in detail; also, paper flowers on a string that I got for my birthday. My mom made the curtains.

My lovely desk.


My bookshelf. I used to have, like, four shelves of books, but they're all in my sister's room now. Book stealer. }:( On the middle shelf, you can see my vast variety of magazines. Again, most of them are in my siblings' room. On the bottom shelf I have my intellectual stuff (government and geography books,) my notebooks, and my random craft stuff (see the Mad Libs?) all stacked up. You can also see my two French prints and my mirror-window.



There are more pictures, but these are the best. Unless you find horizontal shots of the carpet fascinating.

Pierced Ears

There's a funny story behind this. The moral being: Emma is ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS right. Unless she admits she's wrong, which she does gracefully and preferably with the listener accepting it kindly.

Not that that ever happens. Sigh.

My little sister wanted her ears pierced. Big deal, says I. Great. But you should get it at a piercing salon/parlor, because those guys have LICENSES to poke ears in your skin, which means they're good at it.

(Speaking of which: [Ha, ha, I'm going to use 'Speaking of Which' as another blog name. I have dibs on it, okay?] doesn't having someone put a needle through your ear sound gross? I may be biased, since I don't have pierced ears, but people also have holes pierced through them when they're crucified [which is when a criminal is attached to a cross by NAILS going through their hands and feet and left in the sun until the heat and pressure on their rib cage is too much and their lungs explode and they die, with their skeleton attached to this cross. Crucifixion was used to kill not only prisoners but a large group of rebelling slaves in Rome and they were hung alongside roads and left there, as a lesson. It was used as well to kill Christ. Just some info for ya. What, you were eating? Oops. . . .] and look how well that ends, um, ahem, DEATH. I mean, sure, it may be "pretty," but, come on, wouldn't you like that same earring attached to a stake in your wrist?)

Don't you love it that my parentheses gets its own paragraph? And that I used them in the reverse form of what is used in math?

Anyway. . . .

My mom acknowledges that that is a good idea (awesome, hello!) but says that she intends to "shop around" for other places.

Claire's: Out, after my mom saw a girl about 12 or 13 messing around with the ear-piercer-gun. We thought she was an undisciplined patron, but then we realized she was the ear piercer. Plus she wasn't doing a good job on the long line--but, most importantly, SHE NEVER CLEANED IT.

Doctor's Office: Out; "I'm sorry, we don't pierce ears here. However, ____ at ____'s Tattoos runs a real clean shop."

All Other Doctor's Offices: Ditto.

Jeweler's: See Claire's. Is also full of elderly people.

So, in conclusion, I was right. Not that anyone ever tells the story correctly, but. I told you that was the moral.

Update on Monday.

Ooh-la-la!!!!!!

Aw, first post, my chance to bore you. :D

There's nothing much to say, really, but that's just my laziness speaking. I like to have topics for my posts, so I can't really say anything that's not boring.

Hmmmm. . . anyway, thanks for helping me to brainstorm a name!!! Scones. . . nommmm.

I think I'll make a post after this. I'm just going on a monologue, aren't I?

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