So, I thought I'd show of one of the few things I have memorized: My old bedroom at my parents house. This may sound trivial; who doesn't know what their bedroom looks like? Well you'll see that I am a fan of mementos, and have plenty of them on the walls of my room. Some have stories, some don't, but I can picture everything on my walls, desk, and dresser with what should be 100% accuracy.
Mind you my parent's house is in Billings, and I sleep there about one to two months a year.
I'll start with my ceiling. It has a large collection of glowing stars that get thicker in the corners. I put them there when I was pretty young, and the only constellation I knew was the big dipper, which is recreated near the east wall of the room. I attempted to recreate the little dipper, but in my naivety organized it exactly as the big dipper, only smaller. It made sense at the time. It is situated right next to the big dipper.
My bed is in the northwest corner of the room and fills about a third of the small space. Directly above it is the Italian flag, a souvenir that my parents brought back from their month long escapade around Italy. My family is primarily Italian, but with some Scottish/Irish and Norwegian blood mixed in. Those flags, however, have not made it onto my ceiling as no one in my family has been there.
On the Norther wall is a window. Mine is a basement room, so the view isn't great. Directly to the left of the window a row of broken CD's lines the top edge of the wall. Below them is a giant (fake) $100 bill signed by all the members of Seventh Day Slumber (A small rock band from Memphis). Continuing from right to left is a poster of R.E.M., A poster of some girl I thought was hot (I was 13. Give me a break. Besides, it's the Nordica girl, so technically it's a ski poster), and... actually that's it on that wall.
To the right of the window is a whiteboard with an intricate drawing of a Celtic cross and a quote from Mark Twain that reads "Clothes make the man, naked people have little or no influence in society." The magnets are fashioned after street signs, and haven't held anything up for quite some time.
This whiteboard is situated above a corner desk (north-east) that doesn't have a chair. The chair is currently at my kitchen table here in Bozeman. On the desk are various papers that I don't need but can't throw away, a cup stuffed with various colors of Sharpie markers and an organizer that I put papers and mail in when I never want to see them again. Also above the desk are two pictures of corvettes (I don't even like corvettes) and an old wake board without bindings. There is also a shirt from a store in Portland called "Wham!" that I outgrew. Unfortunately this store stopped making this shirt, which at one time was famous all over Oregon, so I could not bring myself to part with it. It's pinned to the wall next to the wake board.
There's a bookshelf next to the desk. It boasts both my Music and Book collections, both of which I've developed some pride in, but I just don't want to list all of that crap. Maybe another day. There are other things as well: A small and ultimately useless safe, a coin bank from 1979 that's shaped like the liberty bell, a bronze 3d map of Montana, and a lamp that spins around in circles.
The west wall has a great history to it. From left to right (kinda) there is a yield sign (I didn't steal it, I found it. The fact that it was attached to a pole by a road is totally consequential) and a small American flag below which is a photograph of the air-craft carrier that my great-grandad served on in WWII and a photo of the World Trade Centers monument lighting up the night sky. To the right of that little montage is a broken racket from the most brutal game of full-contact badminton in history and a poster from Warren Miller's Storm signed by Kurt Miller. Kurt Miller runs his father's ski-film empire, and one day my dad met him at an airport bar. They got drunk together and a week later a package shows up at our door full of free Warren Miller stuff... yeah... we were pretty stoked. Next to the poster is a flattened Oreo box (long story), a toy pistol (also a long story), and one of those cool old SMITH stickers that was raised and textured. What happened to those. The last thing on the wall is a chart of guitar chords that I've looked about twice in my life.
My dresser, which is now full of everything BUT my clothes, sits on the south wall between my door and my closet. Above it hangs My old electric guitar (my first. A Yamaha that I received for Christmas in 8th grade), a collection of state quarters (painfully incomplete), a GI Joe from D-day, Operation Overlord, still in the box... OK... I failed. I forgot what all was on that last wall, but the picture above is exactly the wall I was talking about. I can't believe I forgot the Chili pepper lights!
You want something to memorize? try to remember all the crap that's on that tiny section of wall. I dare you.
Damn... I'm done. Goodnight.
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