Decriptive Essay of My Bedroom
Jim Rodriquez Jr
01/30/2014
English 103/Thur. 5-8
PRCC
Descriptive Essay: My Bedroom
As I sit bundled up in a warm, brown, comfy hoodie and a big, pink blanket, I say to myself, “Where is my favorite place to be?” Well that’s easy, it’s here in my room. My room is the one place I can be me. I can be perfectly content by myself in this room, or happily laying watching TV with my boyfriend. When sitting on my pink, candy cane, stripped bed with my lime green, fluffy to the touch blanket and hot pink, 0black pillows, I look around my room and I notice that all my walls are different yet they all tie perfectly together.
On the wall at the end of my bed I have a bookcase built into my creamy, dreamy, white walls. On my bookcase I have an array of girly things. My stack of magazines looking like a tall, tall tower full of gossip, tricks, and tips. My assortment of candy colored nail polishes lined up so neatly like little soldiers ready for battle. Pinks, purples, blues, oranges, the list could go on forever. And the many perfumes, facial masks, moisturizers and DVDs are too many to count. On my top shelf is where I place my photos, one of which is my favorite. The one of myself and my boyfriend. Every time I glance over at it, it makes me smile. That same smile I had on my face the day I met him. On the same wall beside my bookcase is a large, rectangular shaped window with modern, light pink, bamboo looking blinds. Twirled around the top of my window are the stuffed, fake, fabric flowers that my family gave me every time I went to a cross-country meet. There sewn on happy faces smiling down on me like little guardian angels. Below my window is my dresser. It’s a light brown color. Almost the same color as warm, golden, brown bread that just come out of the oven. On top of my over baked dresser is my shiny, silver TV and my cool, hip lamp. My lamp is orange fabric with pink hanging circles all around it.
Looking to my left the wall is mainly
01/30/2014
English 103/Thur. 5-8
PRCC
Descriptive Essay: My Bedroom
As I sit bundled up in a warm, brown, comfy hoodie and a big, pink blanket, I say to myself, “Where is my favorite place to be?” Well that’s easy, it’s here in my room. My room is the one place I can be me. I can be perfectly content by myself in this room, or happily laying watching TV with my boyfriend. When sitting on my pink, candy cane, stripped bed with my lime green, fluffy to the touch blanket and hot pink, 0black pillows, I look around my room and I notice that all my walls are different yet they all tie perfectly together.
On the wall at the end of my bed I have a bookcase built into my creamy, dreamy, white walls. On my bookcase I have an array of girly things. My stack of magazines looking like a tall, tall tower full of gossip, tricks, and tips. My assortment of candy colored nail polishes lined up so neatly like little soldiers ready for battle. Pinks, purples, blues, oranges, the list could go on forever. And the many perfumes, facial masks, moisturizers and DVDs are too many to count. On my top shelf is where I place my photos, one of which is my favorite. The one of myself and my boyfriend. Every time I glance over at it, it makes me smile. That same smile I had on my face the day I met him. On the same wall beside my bookcase is a large, rectangular shaped window with modern, light pink, bamboo looking blinds. Twirled around the top of my window are the stuffed, fake, fabric flowers that my family gave me every time I went to a cross-country meet. There sewn on happy faces smiling down on me like little guardian angels. Below my window is my dresser. It’s a light brown color. Almost the same color as warm, golden, brown bread that just come out of the oven. On top of my over baked dresser is my shiny, silver TV and my cool, hip lamp. My lamp is orange fabric with pink hanging circles all around it.
Looking to my left the wall is mainly