Like a wedding, something blue...

Hello to you all,
nice to see you again.

I've been thinking and thinking about something in my life, that is blue.
Obviously the first thought was the Blue Man Group. But as it's not really playing a big role in my life, I couldn't use it as a theme for this post.

Fear not though, I actually managed to come up with something. It was really obvious, too, and I'm actually always surrounded in blue. I just never noticed, really. You know that line "to miss the forest for the trees", right? So, what's blue?

My room. All four walls of my room are blue, with a thin yellow stripe interrupting the color once.
This room has been a part of my life for about six years already. Before those six years though, I lived in a rather bland room of white. As a kid I was pretty creative though and posted Sailor Moon pictures from the magazines throughout the flat. Well, my room in the flat. And it actually wasn't my room at all because it was my brother's also. We shared one. The flat wasn't exactly small, but two small children wouldn't have needed two seperate rooms when there are so many more things my parents could've done to the other empty rooms.

Anyways, back to my current room.
When we first moved into the house, it was only newly / freshly built. We could still smell the materials the construction workers used for the facade. It turned worse after a few days.
The wallpapers had to be put up before installing all the shelves and beds and what-not.
We spent all day in a wallpaper-shop, shopping for three rooms. My brother took an orange one, while I took a blue one. And a small roll of yellow wallpaper.
We - of course - paid someone to do it for us since we have no experience with all that shit so everything was going along nicely. Till nighttime came and I had to go to sleep.
The room was damp, the room smelled of glue and everything just felt sticky (even though I didn't touch the wall). It was that way because the windows and doors had to be closed, so the glue would remain the way it should. A few days later the smell drifted off a little bit, so no worries there.

In came the furniture! It was awesome. My first own room.
I unpacked my books - I had (only) two boxes of them - and arranged them neatly.
When I look behind my back now, I see a fully stuffed book shelf which was still really empty on that day six years ago. Seriously. It's amazing.
Now I'm just worried over where the hell I should put my beloved books and games when I move out. It's not like I'll be able to afford a big apartment so I can put all my books in there.

Maybe I could build a book bed.

See ya laterz, alligatorz.

PS: My posts are getting totally boring and lame nowadays (maybe they already were before, too).
I'm gonna think of different things.
PPS: And so the "wedding" series ends. What's next? Stay tuned! (I actually still do not know. Ulp.)