^ That is awesome.
All this nostalgia had me digging through my photo albums and trying to get my crappy scanner to work.
SO...here are a few shots of my teenage bedroom. And yes, that last one is from a Polaroid, because I am indeed THAT old.
My mother told me I could decorate my room in our new house any way I wanted, as long as I kept it clean. BOY, did she regret that. All of those photos are held up with at least four thumbtacks a piece. The sign on the bathroom door was made by a friend. It reads "The Mental Ward." For obvious reasons.