This is what I'm doing instead of studying/packing.
My attitude has turned into complete carelessness which is really, really scaring me. I'm only a freshman and I already don't care. Oops.
And since I will be leaving my humble trash hole forever, I thought I'd give you a glimpse of the rip off that I live in. And when I say glimpse, I really mean glimpse. These are just nooks and crannies so I can show of my cool stuff. I want to do a spread of sorts like SPIN's take on celebs and their shiz. But laziness prevails at the present moment.
So here goes.
My mom thinks the skull is creepy. It is. But my sister bought it for me in Ecuador. Foreign stuff instantly makes you cooler, no matter what it is. Vinyls adds 10 indie points to your cool score.
Snail mail rocks.
I like books. A lot. I love everything about them. I don't read as often as I wish I could and I'm definitely no expert on literary things by any means, but there's nothing better than a shelf of books. Preferably books that you've read. Here we have a small selection that includes two journals, a life planning book, "Sweeney Todd" or the "String of Pearls" (of which I had NO IDEA it was a book), and "Life of Pi, topped with a background of photo booth strips. I also love photo booths, but come on--WHO DOESN'T?
Please excuse the poor quality of this photo because it definitely doesn't do the portrait justice. This is one of my favorite pictures of my dad. It shows his personality perfectly. To the right sits Buddah. He's been with me since my first car when I was 16. He's a special soul.
This lovely cactus, Kanye (East), was a house warming gift from Heidi Lynne Holt. I love her.
This is my Fender Stratocaster. I mean my brother's. Damn it.
My extremely minuscule movie collection. I'm working on it, bubs.
And last, but not least, a really crappy handmade journal and the Holy Word. DAS RITE.
Until next time, I'll still be trying to figure out other ways to procrastinate all things finals.