and by love, i don't mean i-liked-sos-and-nick-but-kevin-is-ugly-and-when-the-biebs-came-along-i-ditched-them-and-became-a-belieber. i mean something more along the lines of omj-i-love-the-jonas-brothers-sooooooo-much-and-haven't-taken-down-my-posters-since-2008-and-i-still-freak-out-when-someone-mentions-the-word-jonas-and-i-want-to-name-one-of-my-kids-jonas-and-i-still-know-every-single-word-to-every-single-song-and-omj-i-just-love-them-soooooo-muchhhhhhhh.
so i have this room. it's pink. and up until two days ago it looked a little something like this:
in essence, my walls were completely covered with sun-bleached, well-loved posters that i had extracted from tiger beat or bop or pop star magazines back in eighth grade. some of them have lip gloss stains on them from
now, however, my walls are naked. NAKED, I TELL YOU.
it makes me sort of sad.
but hey, people change and promises are broken, clouds can move and skies will be wide open.
translation: i got some cute new fashion-y framed posters that will look super awesome and also super grown up and will be on my wall within the week
i couldn't bear to part with my jonas boys completely though, so they are hiding in my closet.