What if MTV Cribs visited the homes of the not-so-rich and not-so-famous? What if they visited me, in my room at Tufts University? Wouldn't that be awesome?

Here's how it would go down:

Oh, hey MTV. What's up? This is my crib.

This is my Good Fellas poster. Pretty sweet. That's my boy Bobby DeNiro and Pesci. Pesci hasn't done a film since 1997, but he's still livin' like a king. Fuckin' Home Alone put that guy on the map.

This is my twin bed. It gets a little cramped when girls sleep over. Luckily I don't really have to worry about that. Just playin. Oh man, sometimes there's like four or five girls in there with me. It's off the hook!

That's my guitar. I took lessons in 7th grade. I haven't really played much since then. It's more of a decorative piece. Definitely a conversation starter. Like, "Oh, you play guitar? My boyfriend plays guitar." And I'm like, "Later bitch." Just kidding. I usually say, "That's great that you're in a committed relationship."

I've got 2 fridges stacked on top of each other. It's sick. I know.

This is what's inside.

I've got a ton of TP so I never run out. Man, that stuff is like currency around here. Like cigerettes were in Shawshank. Man, such a good movie.

This is the painting I made freshman year of high school so people know that I'm artistic.

Arite MTV. Get outta my crib!