As I walk down the hall leading to my room I hear strange noises coming from my room. I stop at the door to my room and think about how crazy it's been living there. Its been hectic living in the same room with two brothers when the room is not gargantuan. It’s almost as if my room has been separated into three sections so that my brothers and I have separate areas for our own belongings. I finally walk in and its like stepping into a disaster zone.
The noises coming out of three different stereos at once is twisted together to make a mix of KoRn, Doors, and Weird Al. My younger brother's section of the room is like a jungle with clothes all over and his hamster running all around. My older brother’s section is just scary to me because he has his lava lamp going all the time and he is always having what I call his own little seance. My section of the room is freaky because it is actually clean most of the time and I think of myself as being messy. The strange thing about the music coming from our stereos is that it fits each section of my room.
