The Gumby of the Live world

The following are pictures of my living space for the next year. Feel free to play I-Spy with a friend near you.

Here is me packing to go down to LA. Also visible: underwear, lotion, computer, and things that make my face.

Here is my sad Heffalump being packed into a suitcase. Sorry, Lumpy. I just didn’t want to walk through the airport with you under my arm this year. Also visible: Chinese beef jerky, various bags, medicine, knitting needles, sunscreen and mousse, and things that make my face.

Here is my desk this year. In case you are experiencing deja vu, yes, it does look almost exactly the same as last year’s. Also visible: my bookcase on the side, Brita pitcher, box of tissues, haphazard wires, case of water, and Lorca the pink Orca.

Here is what that wall above my desk actually looks like, complete with red Chinese wall scroll. Also visible: pretty people in pretty clothes, “No Trespassing” sign, Domo-kun calendar, various pictures of friendsies, postcards from friendsies, tackable walls, map of UCLA campus, flashcards for basic Japanese phrases, major requirements for Psychology and Sociology, and my Double Major petition.

Here is another view of my room. I am on the right side with the brown sheets while my roomie Jessica is on the left and Chie has the middle area. Also visible: how moved in I am already despite it being my second day in LA, our broken, illegal, radiation-promoting microwave that has a nice cut out pattern on the film, and Chie’s orange! bedsheets that are an exact replica of Leah’s last year.

Here is an updated view of my room that looks more lived in. Also visible: TV borrowed from Andres for the rest of the year, post it notes of stupid things we say, desk that I use to climb up to the top bunk, room challenges, and artificial lighting.

Here is another view of my room on Move-in day in which you can see my closet on the left side. As you can see, it’s still relatively empty of roomies and roomies’ things. Also visible: Leah’s bedsheets from last year (which she hadn’t picked up yet), my fluffy blankie, and Jessica’s calendar.

There’s basically no big difference in my room from last year and the one this year except for: 1) Sproul is a lot nicer because it’s newly renovated (pictures to come later), 2) my roommates are, on average, cleaner, 3) I forgot to Public Storage my full-length mirror so now I am outwardly less vain, and 4) the door doesn’t stay open by itself. Which is less of an issue now because our floor is in the middle of Marker War Tag.

But more to come.