Right now I hate my room. Or rather, I detest my room. It's yellow and red... it looks like Ronald McDonald threw up all over the walls. It used to be my brother's room, and it's his poor taste in colors that now haunts me. On top of that, I'm not entirely unpacked because I'm too lazy to unpack for three months only to repack it all to go back to college in August.
I think that the project for next summer is to turn this into an actual bedroom. Not my brother's computer room or the other brother's storage area. I'm taking this room back. It's mine and everyone elese can just live with it.
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