The short story I added to the Setosorcerer thing was yesterday's writing, so here's today's. 

Currently, in my art class, we're doing a unit on perspective. We did a practice where we drew our rooms, and my drawing turned out really well. And as I was drawing it, I kept thinking of funny things I could say about my room. Combine that with the fact that I want to give you people something every day of this break from school, and the fact that I really don't feel like writing anything I have to think up a plotline for, and you get this. So here goes.

I fiddled with brightness and contrast and stuff on the pictures so that you can see it more clearly (hopefully). 

The inside of my door is covered in flower stickers in a pattern with a big open spot left in the middle, which I left for a horseshoe picture frame I don't yet have the means to hang. And by "a horseshoe picture frame" I mean a horseshoe I decorated at a summer riding camp, which has a picture of me and a really sweet horse named Holly glued into it. 

But you probably wouldn't notice the inside decorations of the door, coming in. What would immediately get your attention would be the bookshelf under the lightswitch. It is packed with books, shoved in messily except for a few which are in plastic bins marked as Spanish books. There are several things sitting on top of it, including a dried rose from my first high-school choir concert. The stem fell off, but I kept it with the flower, because I can't just throw away a rose stem from that concert. You see, somebody else discarded their stem, and then I peeled off a strip from it and used it to fasten my hair in a ponytail. That's probably the comfiest hair tie I've ever worn, because actual hairbands tend to pull my hair, ribbons don't stay, and neither grass nor hay ties very well in the first place. 

Next to that bookshelf, there are a couple that are much bigger and more impressive. They are nailed to the wall to help make sure they don't fall over. These shelves are also packed with messily-arranged books. 

In real life, the floor in front of the corner shelves is filled with a white desk with an attached chair, something one of my friends from elementary school gave me when she decided she didn't need it anymore. Not that you can necessarily tell it's a desk, because it's piled high with stuff, including a box of books. My main other use for the desk is as something to step on to reach the highest shelves, the ones that nearly reach the ceiling. 

And then there's my dresser. The bottom drawer is missing. Back before I had my own room, my sisters and I would put all our dress-up stuff in the empty spot. We called it 'the dress-up drawer' even though it is absolutely not a drawer. When I showed my mom this drawing, she asked me, "Wait, is your dresser really missing a drawer?" and I'm just like yes, since forever, don't you remember grabbing our capes from the dress-up drawer for us?  The top drawer is where I keep all my treasures from when I was younger. The very top of the dresser is used as a resting place for various things, including books. 

And then there's this weird soft, fuzzy thing with rounded corners and a metal frame holding it up. I'm not sure what it's for, so I use it to store, you guessed it, boxes of books. The picture shows one box that's devoted entirely to Tamora Pierce books. My dad said he had all of her books, but we actually have only one of the books about Beka Cooper, which I'm a bit annoyed about. Oh, well. 

I have some blankets and pillows on the floor to sleep on. I started sleeping on the floor the night before I went off to a sleep-away summer camp, because my bed was covered in books and stuff I'd sorted out from the mess on the floor in an effort to clean my room so it would be nice when I got back. I eventually recovered my bed, but I still sleep on the floor and, as I mentioned in the previous passage, I use my bed to store boxes of books. 

Why am I zooming in on an empty space? Well, you see, in real life it isn't empty. It has two identical sets of shelves, back to back. They are about the same height as the shelf by the door, but instead of the three layers of open shelves, they each have a three-by-three grid of cubbyholes. There are a couple on the side by my bed that I use to store some random things, but mostly they're full of books I don't really care about, like old school workbooks belonging to either me or one of my sisters, and a couple of dictionaries that have been peed on by cats in the past. Stuff like that. 

The complete picture:

Yeah... One thing you can probably tell from this is that I'm a REALLY big bookworm. 

For anyone who happens to be interested, the picture is drawn in two-point perspective and took a lot of time and effort. The only thing that isn't carefully drawn in perspective is the blankets-and-pillow arrangement on the floor. And then I shaded everything in, except the walls and the floor.