bare walls

i have a quote on my wall, "get situated, then act". it's actually in a thought bubble coming from a head that i drew on my whiteboard. and though it wasn't meant to stay there as long as it has, it has lived on due to the fact that people say it when they enter the room. granted, when most people walk into a bedroom they look around to see what you're about, and yes, i guess many take the time to recite random quotes that are drawn on boards and walls. but this quote just seems to stick. it's so applicable. it's so appropriate to my dire need for procrastination and procrastiduction.

note: procrastiduction (verb) - the process by which one is productive on a task soley by way of procrastinating to do another, most times more important, task. example: my mom is procrastiducting when she is suppposed to be leaving for church, but is rather mopping the kitchen 10 minutes before service starts.

anyway, all of this is relevant now because i'm supposed to be packing, getting my flight ticket, cleaning my room, eating breakfast and/or, getting dressed. but i'm not. i'm blogging. about bedrooms and what they say about personality. a concept that i didn't see as anything of importance until people started coming into my room and only saying that quote. because as i wondered why people kept saying it, i realized that i don't have anything else up. my room is relatively bland, i haven't invested in any posters, plants, artwork, maps, pictures, frames, or anything of the sort. i have up a few boards to help me remember crap, a picture or two of family, and one drawing of a guitar player. and a calendar. i can do better.

cousin wes has an excellent room. i can be in there for hours just reading newspapers articles he felt important enough to put on his wall. or a huge map with pin buttons on them, trying to figure out what they hell he's mapping. or my sister love's junky ass room. it's filled with goodies to explore. school papers to read, artowrk she's done herself, pictures on pictures on pictures end. even brother frank has cool stuff in his room. it's a little harder to describe his though. although i must say i'm still quite fond of a aluminum farmer chicken he managed to keep from 3 christmas' ago.

what am i about? what does my room say about me, other than i'm broke? i'll work on that after i come back form atlanta.

if i ever get there.