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no, no...not like that.

so whilst dressing this morn, i realized that if someone was to come into my bedroom right now (in its currently, admittedly dreadful state) they would have quite the skewed view of yers truly. what would a new visitor assume about you based on the state/appearance of your sleeping quarters? how much time do you spend in their outside of actually sleeping? what would you really like it to suggest to people?

― jess, Thursday, 8 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

the impression people would get: pretentious indie rocker (shuddup youse) or child, as i am currently re-organizing the cd's and all the ones i don't really have room for (i.e. the ones i dont listen to much) are all over the floor in plain view, and they're mostly bad early 90s indie and backpacker style hiphop. blah. also, possibly a child since my floor is covered in TOYS: a gi joe atv, various monkeys (including mojo jojo minus helmet), a c. george yo-yo, etc.

― jess, Thursday, 8 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

They'd notice the CDs. Then the videotapes, my computer setup, and the fact I'm a neat freak to a large extent.

― Ned Raggett, Thursday, 8 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

They would think they were seeing a conflicted couple who are obviously very busy. And have animals.

Re: Hank's neat side of the room vs. my messy side of the room (overflowing wastebasket, drawers open); unopened mail on the heater; dog and cat hair everywhere.

― Samantha, Thursday, 8 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

pigsty conglomeration throaties lollies antidepressant packets vicks cum-stained socks dirty undie coffee cups poetry art porn theory books scattered everywhere labradford puccini lou reed cds cuttings and slippings of my work dockets unwashed sheets blankeets and assignmentt coversheets = i think that pretty much gives everyone a look into my life. spend a lot of time in here, due to work/leisure/sleep...nowhere near enough tiem sleeping though/

― Geoff, Thursday, 8 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Since I live in one of the most expensive places in the world, I can only afford a studio (yes, I had a one-bedroom once, it's a long story), but luckily I have two big closets, one of them a walk-in, so I've got my bed in there. So my bedrooms really a closet. Aside from my bed, it's got my laserdiscs, videos, horror movie posters on the walls, and of course, clothes. Yes, I've heard the "in the closet" jokes before...

― Sean, Thursday, 8 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

My bedroom means much less to me ever since I moved into a 2-bedroom flat and put my stereo, TV etc. in the sitting room. Hence I haven't really spent much effort on it. I would like to make it a very tidy, cosy room devoted entirely to sleeping. Like a guest room in an aging parents' house. Get rid of daytime stuff entirely. Also get blankets and topsheets instead of duvet.

At the moment, the first thing anyone would notice is yukky peachy walls that I still haven't done anything about, paint peelings all over the place (from the door that I attacked with a blowtorch yesterday), assorted hifi equipment, clothes and records strewn about the floor, an old framed Bill Brandt exhibition poster that I don't much care for, a nasty cheap wood-effect wardrobe, loads of dust.

Immediate reaction of a guest? "Hmm.. I see Mr Sheen is a stranger here".
On further reflection I think they'd surmise I was a music bore, a bit arty, not very rich.

― Nick, Thursday, 8 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

well my room is pretty much the same at all times. I am an orderly person and I love my space. I'm really blessed! :) Gale

― Gale Deslongchamps, Thursday, 8 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

"porn theory books", Geoff?

Visitors to my boudoir would be appalled by my 70s duvet. That's 70s in the classic context, i.e. tastless rubbish.

I also have a Ventian gonfalone hanging from my wardrobe, which I think is a nice touch.

Too many books (though nothing worthy), too many toiletries (how, exactly?) and too much cheap IKEA furniture.

And a fuck off massive belle and Sebastian poster, natch.

I sleep and use the computer in my bedroom. I also watch telly in bed, but my telly is small and my back tends to ache.

And I know it's a bit pathetic, but while I'm not single I don't really mind what it says to anyone else.

― Mark C, Thursday, 8 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

while I'm not single

Ooh - 'while'. How many years has it been now Mark, you commitmentophobe?

― Nick, Thursday, 8 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

They step in my room, utter "Hmmph... DJ", and leave.

― Brian MacDonald, Thursday, 8 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Basical impression: nobody lives here.

― maryann, Thursday, 8 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Oh my god I can't believe I wrote basical!

― maryann, Thursday, 8 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

basical impression : they never sleep here but they dump all this crap here. ( i do sleep there tho)

― duane, Thursday, 8 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Yeah where crap = 30 or 40 crates of records.

― maryann, Thursday, 8 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

With narrow paths between them obscured by crap.

― maryann, Thursday, 8 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

"obscured by crap" - there's our album title right there!

― duane, Thursday, 8 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

The contents of my dorm room is as follows: framed picture of Turbonegro, desk covered in black sheet, silver iBook, Ritz Carlton playing cards, picture of Ally & Ramon, rack of ~25 CDs, stereo and speakers, fridge full of pepsi and vodka, heinous blue chair, bed w/black sheets, Madonna poster, American flag, Britney poster, closet full of Soviet military coats, vodka box, pile of books (mostly bad Russian novels) on the floor, dresser, can of spray paint, Soviet flask, Maxim, KGB pin, canes, gloves, red beret. Seeing my room renders actually getting to know me unnecessary.

― Wheeler, Thursday, 8 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

New visitor would probably note that I have a lot of CDs, tell me to make my bed, take the $7 sitting on my computer desk (next to my scanner), and make the same joke everyone else makes upon looking at one of the posters hanging behind my computer - "Heh, the Beavis Frond."

― David Raposa, Thursday, 8 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

The contents of my dorm room is as follows

You forgot the six foot tall icon of myself to which you light candles daily, but I forgive you.

― Ned Raggett, Thursday, 8 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Weekend and possibly Monday: uptight neat freak with no decorating sense - why is everything shoved into one half of the room and the other half empty?
Weekdays: teenage angsty uptight freak who owns too much clothing.

― Maria, Thursday, 8 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Ned makes the jokes my id is too afraid to mutter. FEAR.

Anyway, people looking in my bedroom would be under the impression that I was on the verge of doing laundry, which I am. Other than the piles of sorted clothing, it's remarkably clean for a change. In fact, the only disaster area in our place at the moment is my computer desk. (Anyone who had seen our previous apartment will understand exactly what a feat this is. God bless 600 extra square feet!)

― Dan Perry, Thursday, 8 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Piles of sorted laundry that I'm too plain wiped out from my shoulder meds to put away. And a big stack of comix which are not mine.

― Nicole, Thursday, 8 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Before they even got to my bedroom they would think I was a princess, because my actual house is actually part of an actual castle!
Oh, but my room is shaped like a boat which actually suggests sailor princess especially since I have a lot of blue things in the room and a photograph of the sea: a-har me ole sailor matey!

I can't remember anything else about my room right now because I never get to be in it, but I do know that I have twelve pairs of jeans, a guitar, various cameras, and two posters Magnum photography image by Steve McCurry and a poster for a show that I curated this year: "The Peep Show - Presenting the Art School Darlings and the Art School Wankers".

― rainy, Thursday, 8 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Rainy and Her Realm, oh yes. :-)

Ned makes the jokes my id is too afraid to mutter. FEAR.

Your id is a wuss, Perry.

― Ned Raggett, Thursday, 8 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

My bedroom is a stinking cesspit of rubble, books cds and clothes. boxes and pictures and crosswords and pens and varsity work as well as computer equipment. I don't like spending time in there as a matter of fact. I need to clean it

― Menelaus Darcy, Thursday, 8 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

My bedroom *rocks*. Two of the walls are a magenta colour I mixed, and there's a nice black iron fireplace set into one of these walls. Nice fuschia/white spots rug, poster of Hindu goddess Laxmi over fireplace, poster for Takashi Murakami exhibition in Paris, small posters for Georgina Starr and Rob Pruitt shows in London and New York respectively, framed Frida Kahlo print that's hung in every bedroom I've ever called my own, pale wood floors, magenta/turquoise/gold sari as blind, white curtains, pink stool and pink folding chair which is never used but camouflages into the walls, Habitat lamp, plastic basket from Cities On The Move exhibition filled with funny pink, turquoise and green lights. And a great big double bed with magenta sheets, white and magenta pillows and pink Hello Kitty cushion.

Plus the proverbial clothes on the floor and simple shelves for CDs.

I love my room. Can't you tell?

― suzy, Friday, 9 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

I think all our lives would be improved by laundry baskets, mine especially.

the ILE standard room seams to be crates of records/cds and clothes on the floor. I add to this a bookcase with the shelves piled two deep

― Ed, Friday, 9 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

I live in whats for a student is a huge bachelor apartment. Bedroomy area has a couch, covered in text books, a desk, covered in press releases, reciepts for the societys Im treasurer for and camera shit, the bed, usually half assed made and cds everywhere. Oh and my keyboards currently unplugged cause we are having power surges.

Its snowing damm well right now.

― Mr Noodles, Wednesday, 14 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

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