Apparently my printer is not out of ink.
So now I can cover every square inch of my door with internet comics and every square inch of my ceiling with photos of Oscar Neimeyer buildings and Soviet architecture.

Oh, and now I can cheaply print up all of the movie posters I would normally buy if I actually had a positive income.

My mother's taste in decoration is...
uneducated at best. I fear that she will hang up a bunch of stocky mass-produced pictures of generic, uninspired scenery. Not good scenery, but the kind of dull scenery that causes me to get motion sickness by psychological association. I think there is quite enough earthtone in that apartment anyway (considering two walls have wood panelling, and another has brick.)

I'm now in an unspoken race with her to put something descent in the space above where the couch will go.
I've told her (countless times) that I would purchase a nice, very colorful tapestry as soon as I had the money. Foretuneately, she doesn't have much money right now either so nothing has happened yet. I never would have imagined that our differing tastes would have come into conflict like this.

Just to give you an idea of how different our tastes are:
If I had the money, I would shop for furnature at IKEA.
She would shop for furnature at Cabellas.

Now, while music has, for the most part, not been much of an issue yet, All of the conflict around it has been during the evening hours.
Specifically when it comes to one particular genre: Industrial.
I don't know what my mom has against industrial, but she seems to absolutely loathe it.
I discovered this when she would not leave me alone while I was listening to Remission (The weekly industrial show on 1190).
She kept freaking out about "That's too loud. I can hear it in the kitchen", so I turn down the bass.
Then she'd say "I can still hear it. The people here have families and will complain", so I turn OFF the bass.
Then she'd say "It's after quiet hours, so you shouldn't be doing this. What are we going to do about this? You can't play music this late."

By the way, we have not yet receieved a noise complaint, nor do any of our neighbors have kids. In fact, the nieghbors diagonal to us are probably louder on average.

So nothing is perfect, and I knew that to begin with.

I think she's just getting down from the whole Murphy thing, Right now, she seems to think that laundry on the floor for more than 2 hours is a health hazard, Cabella's catalogue stock paintings are art and that the neighbors have their ears glued to the walls.