Redecoration

My room is in desperate need of something (other than a very good tidying-up, thank you, I'm very aware of that; there just isn't enough space to tidy things into). It's tiny, it's filled to bursting and I'm so sick of it. A bigger mirror, more organised vanity-area, somewhere to put my current coursebooks. And I think I want a huge picture of some sort, to hang on the wall over my bed. Or perhaps a not-so-huge, striking piece from DA, hung off-centre. A friend just refers to it as "the cupboard (not under the stairs)", and does not understand how I survive. She is also spoilt with a huge room, with a wardrobe-covered wall.

Confession: I'm tempted by long hair. I miss updoes! Buns, chignons, ponytails. Though it will take years to grow, and will be thick, miserable and hopeless to maintain. Or perhaps just longer, shoulder-length?

A few days ago I finished The Wire season four. It struck me as a longer version of Requiem for a Dream, everything goes to hell. The final shots, the contrasting of a middle-class neighbourhood to the corners. One season to go. And the madness that is Desperate Housewives goes on on television.

Redecoration

My room is in desperate need of something (other than a very good tidying-up, thank you, I'm very aware of that; there just isn't enough space to tidy things into). It's tiny, it's filled to bursting and I'm so sick of it. A bigger mirror, more organised vanity-area, somewhere to put my current coursebooks. And I think I want a huge picture of some sort, to hang on the wall over my bed. Or perhaps a not-so-huge, striking piece from DA, hung off-centre. A friend just refers to it as "the cupboard (not under the stairs)", and does not understand how I survive. She is also spoilt with a huge room, with a wardrobe-covered wall.

Confession: I'm tempted by long hair. I miss updoes! Buns, chignons, ponytails. Though it will take years to grow, and will be thick, miserable and hopeless to maintain. Or perhaps just longer, shoulder-length?

A few days ago I finished The Wire season four. It struck me as a longer version of Requiem for a Dream, everything goes to hell. The final shots, the contrasting of a middle-class neighbourhood to the corners. One season to go. And the madness that is Desperate Housewives goes on on television.