Teenage Bedroom

Ha, ha, ha, I was going to say that it sounded pretty busy to be nice, but then you said tacky and I don't like to argue. You think that was bad, I had Michael Jackson plastered on my wall from floor to ceiling. That seems like a lifetime ago and I never thought I would look back on it and see it as silly, but it was. I was a crazed fan, just like a lot of other people of my era. I had the buttons the t-shirts, the music, the works. I was in love with me some Michael Jackson. Thank God, it was just a phase. A long one, none the least, but a phase indeed.

My room was a gross pepto bismol pink, rugs the same color. White ceiling...but they were slanted with it being an attic and all. The room was plastered with posters. Like...floor to ceiling covered in posters. I had a bed and a tv and a hope chest and not much else. When I was 17 we moved and I pretty much did the same...plastered the walls with posters. I still have all those posters even though they aren't on the walls anymore. My entertainment center was decorated with a plethora of things, my pig collection and toys and stuff. It wasn't anything cool but people used to dig all the posters for some reason.

Mine was pretty plain. White walls with blue borders so I placed posters here and there. But my room was a sight already because of the numerous toys, books and CDs scattered everywhere.