My little black DESK.

There is a section in my room, where i am able to smell what i smell like.
It is at my desk.

Why is that?

Sitting on my bed i had no idea that i smelled of dog hair and my printer ink...but sitting here, in the privacy of my little corner where my laptop, white board, picture board,alarm clock, and an array of papers and miscellaneous objects sit not so neatly on my glass covered desk. I smell things, im not able to anywhere else!

I've had this desk for what seems like forever, but i think it belonged to my sister, when she was in this room.
I've painted it black twice, and the second layer has lasted longer than i expected.

Once, i left a bottle of cleaning alcohol on top of the black paint in the left corner over night. I obviously did not realize that there was some kind of leak in the plastic....in effect... the next day, when i lifted the bottle from the desk, a strange, beautiful design of lifted, cracked paint was left! When i find the photo of it, ill put it up :) i neglected telling my parents, because i didnt want to disappoint them by ruining their hard work of painting my desk only a week before! I told them eventually, and to my surprise, my Dad thought the design was pretty artistic...so we left it...for 4 years!

Now a fresh coat of paint is on it, a new glass cover ( to prevent accidents like i told u about), and placed some of my old hippie music collages from my not so sophisticated phase in high school, when i used to cover my entire walls with weird pictures from magazines, and newspaper articles...
i miss those days, but im enjoying my new decor... in which im slowly slipping into my old habits :)

I do love my room.
The rusty red walls, the high ceiling, my british flag bed comforter ( thanks grandma), my mini cd collection, my favorite works of photography ( not mine) hanging in black and white on every wall, my window that overlooks my driveway and a small view of walnut, the painting of my fathers work of an ocean and the sunset, the poster of Paul, George, John, & Ringo jumping in the air....reminds me so much of myself ....
my board where i post pictures of me and my friends being silly...memories that stay with me forever.

And of course, my black desk....with drawers filled with arts and crafts, jewlery i never where, markers, endless key chains, and post cards and special notes that i will never throw away.

Yes my room is my haven, my artistic escape, my day dreaming spot, and where i talk to God....but most of all, its so me ;]