I haven't got any pictures, but my room is a pretty big mess because it just doesn't bother me. There's no food, but on my floor there are the following: my entire wardrobe, books, papers, candy wrappers, pens, boxing gloves, athletic tape (both used and waiting to be used), wrapping paper, boxes from Amazon.com, some city, state and country maps, and a back pack.
On my desk there are more books, more papers, more pens, my lightsaber, some birthday and christmas gifts, and a cell phone charger. On the bookshelves are books, DVDS and videos, Mark Rothko paintings, a stereo system, lots of dust, a big box where I keep every battery in the house, and some cat treats. On my dresser are my Taekwondo belts and certificates of advancement. In my dresser are clothes I got for Christmas and birthdays but never wear (because some people never learn--no matter how long you've been around them--that certain clothes are just plain uncomfortable), more books, more papers, some video , my airsoft gun, some pine boards for strating various breaking techniques, and dust. The only things hanging up in their proper place are my jedi robe, my Taekwondo uniform, and my hockey jersey. Oh yeah, and my bed isn't made. Ever. I don't see the point. And somewhere in my room is my cell phone...
The rest of the house is spotless because that's how my mom is. Every once in a while I will suffer a fit of cleanliness and kind of put everything away where I think it should go (which is why only I can find things in my room), but I usually just stop once I find what I'm looking for, or when I can see the carpet.
I don't mind the mess as long as my Legos are lined up and in their precise spots on the shelf.
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Superman wears Jack Bauer pajamas.