Spin me around again

My mind and life, I think, are a lot like my bedroom.
There are some parts of it that is just cluttered with junk and information, most of it not even needed.
Other parts are empty and untouched, and will either remain like that or be replaced with something I'll get bored of quickly, or won't like.
Some parts are strange and interesting, some are just there for show.
If people come over, they tend to hang out in my room. I think it has a nice feel to it, with the green walls. Relaxed.
Just like in my life, there are people that just like to hang around, and I don't mind. I like having them there, as long as they don't make a mess. Though usually they do, and I'm left to clean it up. Not that I mind.
There are some things in my room that are really old, which I think might contribute to the way I think and feel sometimes..
I'm a person that will keep awards, birthday cards, train tickets.. anything that triggers a memory. And I normally have this stuff lying around or blue-tacked to the wall, just like my memories, randomly popping up, hanging around for a bit, or blue-tacked to my brain and refusing to leave the wall of my thoughts.
Now for my chair. This chair has been around as long as I've been around. It's been broken, fixed and housed my ass for as long as I can remember. I think the chair represents my conscience. It's as old as I am, it's broken when I don't listen to it, fixed when I correct my wrongs, and has put up with my crap for the best of 16 years.
But yeah, my room isn't perfect. The walls aren't even, and I'm pretty sure it was haunted at one point. But then again, I'm not perfect and neither is my life so there you go =P