About a month or so ago, my sister moved out on her own. This is great news for me, because I get to move all my (considerable) stuff into her bedroom. Which is fine because this bedroom used to be my bedroom (until I moved out, and when I had to move back because of lack of $$$, she stole my old room, so I stole hers.)
Anyways! Last week, my parents and I painted the bedroom, we got new furniture to replace the deteriorated stuff I had for God knows how long (except the computer desk), and... well, a progress report!

My nightstand. Tucked into the corner by those paintings I need to hang are a lava lamp, glitter lamp, and color-changing obelisk from Spencer Gifts that looks awesome when it's actually plugged in. On the nightstand are my Kindle and one of those clocks that oscillates back and forth and puts the time and day up by magic. (And yes, that picture on the bottom is me, thirty years ago. =p)

My bed, which I probably should have actually made before I took a picture on my cell phone camera and showed the world my crapulence. That little blue thing on the top of the headboard is a loose d10 that I didn't put back in my dice box.
Also, Creeper Plushie is creeping. D: Sssssssssssssssssssss *boom*

My dresser. Like Chaz's, it's full of underwear. On top of it by the light switch is a Homer Simpson nutcracker, my DS, and my Eleventh Doctor voice clip-playing Tardis bank (which is technically a collector's item now that the Twelfth Doctor's making his debut next month...)
The other room with the yellowish wall in that picture is the room I'm vacating, with some of my stuff in the background on the shelf.

My TV (with Bar Rescue on. Don't judge me.) and computer desk that's... seen better days but I'm probably not gonna get rid of it until it finally caves in.