Welcome to the Jungle

For some people their room is their safe haven, a place of study, a place of relaxation and their gateway from the world. Now that's some people, not me. When you walk upstairs to my room, you just see a plain white door. This door is the like the white flag that shows that everyone who enters my room surrenders.

When you open the door you see my bed maid up all neatly covered with dark brown blankets and sheets tucked into the bed with a mountain of pillows on top. Over my bed you will see a very bland white wall covered up with posters of my favorite video games and dancers. Now when you first see my room it's love and first sight with almost everybody. If you have the courage to walk into the doorway, you will become overwhelmed with the musky smell of Old Spice and Febreze and a blast of steaming hot air that will make you think your on vacation all over again. My wooden floors are so hot that it feels like your stepping on cement in the middle of summer with no shoes on. Now I personally hate that feeling, so I created little stepping stones made out of my dirty clothes to get across my room with out burning my feet. My parents call me a slob, I think it's pretty smart. 

If you take a peak to the left of my room, you will see my brown, wooden dresser covered with my homework assignments (mostly finished), my Febreze and Old Spice, my blue piggy bank filled with pennies and my tap shoe screws. Beside my dresser is three white shelves attached to the wall staked on top of each other the bottom shelf has an alarm clock on it that can never be turned off, it sounds like really mad raven that hasn't eaten in 5 days and sees you with a nice sandwich. Above that shelf are some random pictures that make me laugh whenever I see them (I try to cover as much as my wall as possible because it is so bland, white and boring). Beside these shelves is just an ordinary closet. I don't ordinary, I like exciting and bold. So When you open this closet you find a secret bookcase with all of my favorite books inside, ordered in alphabetical order. The top two shelves are filled with books, the bottom two shelves is where I really hide my treasures. The bottom two shelves have my tap dancing shoes, every pair since I was six years old. When I retire my shoes, I polish them, spiff them up and put them on the shelf. To the normal person, it's nothing. To me, it's my everything. Beside tap shoe pair three, there is a shoe box. Inside the shoe box is just a dictionary, inside that dictionary is all of my autographs I have ever acquired in my life.

Beside my bed, there is a large, baby blue desk that is meant for homework. I do homework on it, but not the regular kind of home work. The desk is a flurry of papers that have all sorts of different things on them. Ideas for movies, T.V shows, dreams I had and ideas for amazing magic tricks and inventions. That desk is the main brain if my room. Everything that I thought a useful idea I wrote it down and it is somewhere in that desk. Now I don't like to be thought of as a slob. So to distract people above my desk there are two polished, light brown shelves. On the bottom shelf, there is a variety of items on it. On the right hand side there are all of my dance awards that I have ever gotten, then my football awards, then my collection of Coke bottles and finally my collection of action figures. On my top shelf is four different wrestling belts. There isn't a story behind it, I just like wrestling.

In short my room is a whirlwind of ideas and clothes everywhere covered with the rich stench of Old Spice and febreze and I wouldn't have it any other way.