Staring at the same four walls

It's been raining for two days now. I don't know what to do.
Redecoration of my room is not going to start until dad starts the renovations. He says that my bathroom has to be pushed out so that when the water tanks have any leaks (touch wood), the walls won't start peeling like now. The walls of the room is painted pink blush, or cherry blossom. I don't like it but i can't complain.
If the bathroom is pushed out, my room's gonna be really spacious; with the walls so bare, i can't bare it. I used to buy the posters at those mailing stores; where the send you a catalog and you mail back the list of items you want to buy with either a check or the postal money. They had wonderful posters throughout the year but i was too busy to find time to sit down and decide which to buy. I'm very free now, but they ran out of posters. Guess i'll have to wait till the next issue to see whether they have some nice ones.

The rain's gotten me a bit melancholic. It reminds me of Grandma. I miss her. I told her the wait for me but she didn't. She's left me alone with a unfulfilled promise. But she's in a happy place now, i think. She's no longer suffering, so i'll be happy for her.

The trip's next Friday, we'll be leaving in the morning. I hope that it'll be an enjoyable one.