Make my apartment a little less ghetto.

I took on another roomate this month. My sisters friend Jackie moved in. She’s a bit like me with the cleaning and stuff so we should be ok sharing the place.

Extra money for making things better I suppose.

I love my apartment, it’s really nice to walk inside from the hot Louisiana heat and hit the air conditioned kitchen. To take that first step into the house, then rapidly spin around and shut the door, closing out the suns rays like they were crazy demons intent on my destruction. That feeling of home as I turn to survey the house and make sure the neighbors didn’t make off with my stereo while I was out. Unfortunately the love affair ends there. Though the house is welcoming, it is only so because of a forced familiarity. Nothing in there is really something that I’m proud of or reflective of who I am. Though I don’t need a karmatic balance or feng shui, I would like to look through my apartment and be proud of it… I’d like my apartment to be a little less ghetto.

By ghetto I mean the furnishings and such do not match at all. None of it. I mean honestly with the amount of built up crap that I have something should match on accident. Yet there isn’t a single item that does. My light brown entertainment center (straight outta wal-mart) my thick oak coffee table (straight outta my moms house) my huge bright red throw pillow (straight outta Compton… no really, the Compton swap meet gots phat lewt) combine to do nothing but confuse visitors. The light pine dvd shelf looks very interesting next to the black and silver plastic cd shelf. My entertainment center should look nice, but I was smart enough to buy a vcr/dvd surround sound system that only had input jacks on the front, so instead of a slightly geeky tech look it looks as though it were assimilated by the Borg. My living room should speak of comfort and entertainment, not make me mouth “resistance is futile” when I sit there too long.

My goal is to remedy this. I would like to have something other than plain blinds on my windows. I would like to have a room that I love the feel of. I would very much enjoy having items in my house that I don’t have to consider if they are even worth bringing with me when I move to a new place eventually. I want furniture that I can be proud of for a reason other than the fact that I put it together all by myself when I brought it home from wal-mart.

I want to stop spending my nights awake and sweating, wondering how many of my friends have figured out that “I’m going for a chaotic blend of styles and shapes to reflect my exquisite inner turmoil” really means “I’m too cheap to buy matching furniture”.