I cleaned my room because my cousin was coming and the extra bed in my room means I get to have people in with me. Here is some stuff I have in me room.

5 Lego sets, multiple dinosaur figurines, and my bookses, ft. other random junk.

The Accolade, a rapier, a short sword, a flimsy little bow, and arrows. Longsword and extensive knife collection not pictured.

Proof that I am in fact, part Noldorin.

Legolas I got from a friend who hates elves, J-Hope I got from my dear friend for my birthday, big glass "diamond" from my mom(aka more proof that I am in fact noldorin), pretty painted bottle my the friend that hates elves found at a thrift store, One of the two only nail polishes I'll wear, and my sticker collection.

This bowl.

Contents of said bowl. All found while out on a walk. Partly pictured, rock my oldest brother had that kinda look like a lopsided palantir.

These Schleich models, ft. old birthday cards and raggedy Ann dolls made by my great-grandma I think.

This toy gun that my brother brought home from a birthday party which makes a series of very annoying sci-fi gun noises, and a cute lil bean bag thingy that a another friend made for me.

The flowers of Telperion, and lego figures I put together myself at the lego store. Ft. sewing kit.

My Awana Awards, and second place trophy for speed in the Awana derby, and the car that won second place. That car got the most minimal effort as far as carving and sculpting and everthing. I only added the paint because I was at a friend's before the race and she had it out. On the very side, you can see my varsity letter, earned during the 2018 CC Season.

Second place points champion medal, second place team champion, both from camp (remember that greenblue t-rex on the shelf from earlier? I memorized the entire bonus block of verses and did my darnedest best to earn points all that week all for that dinosaur. Remember that yelloworange other dinosaur on the shelf above it? I got that a few years earlier and loved that thing so much, I made a little vest of leather for it during the arts and crafts section, and I thought what's better than one squishy toy dinosaur? That's right, two. As told, several years later, I waltz down the tables of the camp store, tell the counselor the sheer number of points I have, and the bluegreen dinosaur was mine. Only to discover, I didn't really care about toy dinosaurs that much anymore. And so the two squishy dinosaurs, one beloved, the other sought for, languished the darkest depth of my cast aside toys, until, upon discovering the stash of previously dear figures and toys, was at that point where maturity is a joke and dinosaurs are pretty rad and just the perfect thing for sprucing up some already rly cluttered shelves.), a webkinz kangaroo keychain plushie from a garage sale, a shrinky-dink I made at the same friend who had the painted bottle, and provided the paint for the second place winning car and hates elves, and a bead lizard, also made at that friend's place. (I spent a lot of time at that friend's place between the ages of like seven to twelve).

My scarves.

Junks drawer, containing gift bags, old cello strings, a jump rope, masks that my dad brought from work because one of his coworker's kids had a superhero themed birthday party, a ladybug washcloth, flashlight, and goodness knows what else.

Art supplies.

Steps High, three Our Generation horses, and soft spiky things for my troubles arches.

These shirts.

Landscape pictures from Our Daily Bread covers, sundry quotes and verses, a Narnia concept art, not really visible in the lighting but a v cute chibi Beleg holding up a peace sign by my dear friend who gifted my J-Hope pic from earlier, a page from a German Calendar featuring German Renaissance Fair, three lovely drawings by a good friend: me and two of my siblings as our Middle Earth selves, a horse named Thin Mint, and an old OC of mine. Gadsul to be exact.

My giant white tiger I begged my parents for every time we went to Walgreens and finally got one Christmas. (I seem to recall that the price tag on them was like 50 or 60 dollars and as a person who has to think about money sometimes, I am doubly grateful to my parents. I've had good times with that tiger.) His name is Sibra, as in Siberia because he's a white Siberian tiger. See I kn0w my tiger lingo

Fan I got at a plantation in Louisiana. I used it more this last summer than all the times I used it the approx six years I've had it. I just remembered I had and it was hot I guess. And, vintage map of Narnia that I think it was my dad who had it when he was young. Beanie Baby in the corner is named Chilly and he was mainly played with by my brother when we still did that kind of thing.

Here's that same jewelry from earlier, but laid out. Earlier this week I got a board (like the kind you can put S rings in) and hung my necklaces on it. I was tired of having to dig and untangle chains and bracelets and stuff. The board also came with letters and currently displayed under the dangling necklaces, a line from the ever iconic BTS Cypher 4 by the popular boyband sometimes known as Bangtan Sonyeondan: YA PLAYA HATER YOU SHOULD LOVE YASELF .

For whatever reason, there are 1415 words in this thing. 99% of the time I can't write that much though i sit in front of the computer for hours. ._.

I'm cozy in bed with my laptop and my new candle lit so another update might follow soon. We'll see. :)

ANywho, fare thee well wherever thee shall fare.

-GadSul