Gabby came over today for a bit and as we ventured into my wonderous world (aka, my bedroom) I became suddenly aware of how strange it is to have fresh eyes look upon my life hanging on the walls. I've seen other people's bedrooms and I remember a time when I wanted to change mine to make it look more "grown-up" and "teenagerish". I guess, what I meant by that was, to paint the walls some vile color and clutter them with posters of rock bands and hot models. Well, when my room stayed whicker, it remained my self, and I take pride in my walls of photographs and faces, mirrors reflecting a side of me not so many know and are still blind to even with this small revelation. And so I wonder, for all my friends, do you put thought into your room? Why does it look like it does? How long has your bed been against that wall? When did you hand that poster? What do you think your room says about you? I know, corny questions, could have been asked by an English teacher, but I'm curious. Carrie