I'm frusterated with my room.

I've just spent the last two hours cleaning it - finishing off the moving boxes, picking up my clothes, that kind of thing. It's not completely done, but it's come a (sort of) long way.

I threw out some of Doug's stuff. Vanessa and I made the deal awhile ago that I would throw out whatever couldn't fit in a shoe box, minus the giant pink rabbit that he bought me (I don't know if that was part of the deal, but I'm not thowing it out. It's far too cute to be in a dumpster). In the end I threw out three shirts and a picture thingy. It's a little sad, but it has to happen. The man of my dreams is beginning to change - he doesn't look like Doug any more.

I have to main annoyances regarding my room. First is that I have too much stuff. Even with a bigger room, I have too much stuff. No, it's not that I have too much, it's that I don't have any places for anything yet. I'm sick of my dresser. It's an area for things that I've collected over the years that have no purpose. It's ugly too. I've half a mind to get rid of it.

Secondly, it's so bare. There's nothing on the walls. They're boring white. My room has no personality, no nothing. I wanted to paint it a nice colour to create some kind of mood, but the pink carpet has so far prevented me.

I want my room to be different than my last one. I'm older now, and I want it to be a little more mature. I want it to be comfortable, a place where you can come in and relax. A room that you can walk in and say "yes, Lisa, this fits you very well". Right now it's just pieces of furniture stuck along the walls.

I think I need to take a trip to Ikea. I'll ask mom tomorrow.