my room has no room.
i know, it used to have washing machine, a dryer and that was it. also it has some sort of structure right above the threshold leading to the kitchen (there used to be a door), it looks like an old wall alarm bell that you see in schools, but encrusted in white paint. the thick cord that powered it is cut short, also encrusted in paint and it sticks out at a swird angle. when i was a lad i usd to ask my mom if this house was a schoolhouse.
a schoolhouse? in southern california? in the 30s?
anyway, i decided to finally get organized for once and put all my crap in one place and in order. the pocket in my binder was overflowing with papers and crap, so today at 2PM i did that in the room commonly regarded as the "gopher hole", because it's so tiny and stuffy. it has its own bathroom though, that's unique, just like the teacher there. he makes very convincing cat meows and an amazing donald duck impression. nice.
i got a brochure...booklet...thingy from OTIS in the mail last friday, my 5th brochure booklet, thingy from an art college. they, and all my other interesting books, i put them in one of my plastic drawers. i took out the hats and i put them in the trunk in the living room. i don;t really wear them, plus it's rather warm for them even now, i have two "russian" (aviator) fur caps and two thinner earflap caps...those latter ones are..i wore them regularly two years ago and those times were pretty strange, plus they look horrible n me i now realize. and in my evaluations they said i dressed normally for someone my age!! wut?
the booklet thing from LCAD was a little big for the drawer-it wouldn't close properly when i put it in so i just put it in bent. paperback.
i took all my random assorted sketches and sketchbooks, i tossed the unwanted and useless ones (there were a lot), put the loose wanted ones in plastic sleeves in a binder and i put all my other books in my drawer, above the light box, in between the "piggy" bank (it's Lion King themed) and the gamecube games. haven't played THOSE in a while...
i also put the spanish autism evaluation related papers my mom got when i was four in that binder too, along with my chronology of my fictional town i made back in 6th grade, compete with map and bibliography: My, Myself and I. it was excruciating to read that now, it reads like it was written like a faux-intellectual 6th grader! oh well, nostalgia/reflection factor i guess.
the back of my chair in that room needs seious repair, it;s like a stadium chair with two vertical rods and cloth back, the cloth part on top of the rods ruptured some time ago and now it just slides up and down and provides the worst back support, i pulled it up and stuck a wooden stick acros the top. it works for now, until i get a new one. with padding too, this one is made tolerable thanks to leather padding i salvaged sticking out of a trash can.
the bathroom faucet i replaced works fine, it;s just the stopper/pin mechanism that gets on my nerves sometimes. the clevis rod likes to pop right out of the pivot rod, and the stopper itself is worryingly loose. that area under the sink is just so cluttered i almost have to switch off the water and remove the pipes just to bet to the damn clevis screw.
but still, it's an ingenious design.
the pivot rod is delightfully firm.
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