My New 'Crib'

That's right. After fifteen long years of sharing a room with my older sister, different older sister, I've finally got a room that I have all to myself... Kind of. When I pulled into my driveway after the longest three and a half hour car ride (ever) from Dedham, Massachusetts, all that was on my mind was "Where the hell am I going to sleep?" I saw that my not-so-faithful bed since fifth grade, a six foot loft from Ikea, had been disassembled and put in the trash, I was reluctant to spend a week on the couch in the hot, sticky, summer weather. After sitting in the air conditioning watching the boob-tube for about an hour or so, I decided to take a peek at my empty, blue-painted room, only to discover that some angel had put my old desk and a brand new bed and mattress in the emptiness of a room. I must say, it is the most comfortable bed I have ever slept in. It feels like a hotel bed, which is awesome because I love a majority of the hotel beds that I sleep in during the duration of my hockey season. Unfortunately, I had not thought to take any pictures of my room before putting all of my shit, pardon my language, into it. I took a few pictures so you can have an idea as to what my room looks like, but it's filthy. I feel like it adds a little something to the room. A little touch of moi, I think. I'm a slob. Haha. But anyways, back to my story. When I had psyched myself out to sleep in my room for the first time, I discovered that I would have a visitor. Since my sister no longer had a bed, either, she would be sleeping on my floor in the air conditioning. I was excited to have my own room, but I had to share it for one week before I could really call it mine. What was more exciting, no sarcasm this time, was that that night, my sisters and I decided to have a mini girls-night-out bonding experience type thing, and we went to see the movie Orphan. Now, after reading a couple reviews, I was not looking forward to seeing it. But I couldn't help but wonder how in the world a twelve year old girl could be so incredibly scary. Yes, that's right. Isabelle Fuhrman was born on February 25, 1997, making her two years, seven months, and three days younger than me (I think...). Although there were moments in the movie that were so incredibly terrible there was nothing else to do but laugh, there were times where I was so terrified that I wanted to get up a leave the movie theatre. That has never happened to me before while watching a movie. Not once in my entire movie-watching career. Props to you, Isabelle. I just hope you're not stuck doing horror movies for the rest of your life. {Great. Now that I'm writing about this movie at 3.18 in the morning, I'm freaking out.} Anyways, my first night sleeping in my own room turned into a big 'ol slumber party for me and my sisters. I slept comfortably in my brand new bed, while Dana had nowhere else to sleep except on my floor, and Veronica figured she'd join the party since her room is in the basement... And soundproof. I didn't blame her, and I probably wouldn't have been able to sleep that night if it wasn't for the fact that I had my two closest friends sleeping on my floor. All in all, my new room is awesome but it didn't really become my room for about a week. That's life for ya'. (: