the state of my room

So I'm packing for my crazy trip to Belgium. I say crazy because, well, most people think I'm crazy. I think I'm a little crazy. And the state of my room is a bit crazy, too. I have my ginormous suitcase on the floor, packed full of clothes only...I'll have to do some revision packing tomorrow. I have books and jeans and purses and shoes strewn all over my floor, my underwear drawer is completely open with my straightener (turned off) in the midst of socks and panties, and I have a laundry basket full of clean sweats that won't fit in my closet or chest of drawers.

I have one small yellow mini-poster that has a picture of a cartoon guy with a head 3times the size of his body wearing nothing but briefs. The sign says, "Sometimes I like to run around in my underroos for no reason." It's taped on the painted-white brick wall. To the left is a full length mirror, hanging slightly crooked, next to the door. To the left of that is my out-house closet, which is built into the room, not into the wall, with the door wide open. A new purple dress (Old Navy Clearance!) and my robe is hanging on the outside from a couple of protruding nails. Shoes are spilling out of the closet against the grass-green, nearly-shag carpet that looks as if it's from the 70s.

My TV in front of the wall to the left of the closet, which is playing the first Harry Potter, and stacks of more Harry Potter movies are on top of my DVD player. A bouquet of fake pink daisies from a wedding I bridesmaided this summer is next to the movies, and behind the TV is a much-used bowling pin I won in Ichtegem when I scored the highest for bowling...it has tons of signatures from my favorite Belgians.

My bookshelf is next...completely full with other books stacking on top of the crowded books. A couple of pics sit on top.

Above my computer desk is Radiohead's OK Computer poster. On my desk is lotion, nail polish remover, hand sanitizer, a lamp, a fan, innumerable CDs, magazines, certificates, a pink and white-striped beanie, two bath towels dangling from the chair, mail, bank statements, tangled ear bud cords, an electrical outlet converter, a jewelry bag, receipts...yada yada yada... And finally, above my enormously awesome queen-sized bed with a silky olive-green comforter is a black and white poster of Audrey Hepburn.

My room is super messy.
In fact, the only clean, trim part of the room is in the two large windows, where my mother sewed curtains of an interesting shade of brown to match some of the stitching in my comforter. She likes to match.

I cringe at the fact that before I leave, I'll need to make it somewhat organized, but I feel very comfortable and at-home in a messy room.