EPT
The beds are made, the welcoming party is prepared, and my mind is empty- ready to be demolished by a wave of information and foreign professors.
The room is moderately clean, with the out-of-tune acoustic guitar leaning against the wall. The piano is socketed, in favour of the television that gives me tat unforgiving look.
Both fans are on. It's way too freaking hot in here.
Above the working desk, a poster brightens the atmosphere. "Birds are Weird", it proclaims.
The Pac-man plushes sit on the couch, with an ever silent "wakawakawakawakawakawaka". The Tetromino fridge magnets hold my bills, receipts, and notes.
The poker table, 4 foot by 8, sits lonely against the wall opposite the TV. It won't be seeing much use this year. 14 courses. Hooray!
A continually growing pile of iced tea and coke cans stand by the fridge. It's actually pretty gross.
My roommate Raymond sits beside me. He's playing Runescape. Old habits die hard.
The kitchen is clean, and the living room is vacuumed and swept.
Less than 22 hours until school starts.
Videos and pictures to come. I'm going to start doing songs again.
