To me the most important thing to me in the world is, my posters. They are are important to me because it covers up the big, white, boring walls of my room. Over the weekend, I took down all my posters and re-arranged them. My dad made me count them all to see how many I had to hang up, and it ended up being 141 posters. Of who? The Jo Bros. My mom said that they were too many posters and that I couldn't by more, but I can seriously still fit more up on the ceiling. My closet doors, walls, mirrors are all covered with posters. My magazine basket is overflowing with them. Most my friends have seen my room, but the old room. I actually dedicated one wall to just Kodak pictures of Joseph A. Jonas. I had to start from scratch with ribbon to decorate the spot on the wall. 


