On the sunny side of the street...

[beandelphiki]

So I'm into exams now. No worries! Well, some worries. But minor ones.


I've been reading my friends list. REALLY READING IT!! w00t! Feels good. You know how when you move your leg, and it hasn't been moved in a long time, and you get that pins-and-needles feeling? I've got pins-and-needles in the part of my brain marked "LJ." But it's a good feeling!

My room is being painted today. I'm afraid to go home...I don't know when it'll be done, and I don't want to meet the painter. Even cleaned up, my room is not in the best shape, and I'm somewhat embarrassed.

Our painter is colorblind! Imagine that. What a weird profession for a colorblind man....a painter.

My sister had a new loft bed to replace the twin that was falling apart. I also have a collapsing twin I've had since I was a toddler...and mom says I'll be getting the extra double downstairs as a replacement.

But....I don't want a double bed! For one thing, my room is so tiny...and for another, I like my twin. I like the security of being able to feel all the edges when I stretch.

Adjusting....

Comments

[siegeengine.livejournal.com]

That is odd about the painter... but I suppose he isn't the one who has to choose the colors... Still... what if you were repainting a shiny red room shiny green? How would he know if he took a break, what parts he still had to work on? silly question, I know.. ;)

why would anyone repaint a shiny red room. :P

Oh you should tell your mom about your bed preference! (you probably already did) I know that I loved my single when I was a kid, even though I didn't sleep on it. I used to sleep on the floor behind it... (I think I mentioned this already.)

Still... I was upset when it was taken away.
Why do people have to make decisions for others?? :P
*kicks people*