A Town Called Boring

It's kind of funny...I started writing the following yesterday...
"I've decided to stop drinking. Not because I care about a reputation or don't trust my actions under the influence (although I probably should be worried about that), but because it's expensive and is making me fatter. I'm like a fucking balloon right now, except filled with bricks. It's just gross. I'm going to lose weight and I'm not going to drink."

And then, that very night, I got trashed. I'm amazing.


So yesterday I woke up at 5 am, got bused up to Mount Hood and went skiing in 5 feet of snow. It was insane. It didn't stop snowing the entire time and the mountain supposedly got 20 inches of snow. Just that day. That's like two feet. On the ride home, a really cheesy western was playing on the little TVs starring Mel Gibson and Jodie Foster. It was horrible but I couldn't stop watching. We passed through a town called Boring and saw the Boring Supermart, Boring Restaurant and more. I was the only one who found it REALLY amusing. Ray just laughed at me. I'll explain skiing shit later (after my next trip or something) because I have not yet started any homework and that's very bad. But I've had other things to think about. Like the safety of my dear friend and the sanity of another, and the rearrangement of my new room. Pictures will follow.

So the room alterations went pretty well. And when I say pretty well I mean amazingly. I'm in love with my new room. I can either make it a big party room or close my curtains and divide it up for privacy. I have a little changing area, my computer is much more nicely placed (since I have 2 desks now and all) and there is so much room I feel like the entire dorm could sleepover. I am SO glad we didn't hammer my curtain to make a new cover for my bed. SO GLAD. Jesus, that could have turned out horribly. Hammers, nails and a handle of Smirnoff are not a good combination.

Anyway, here are some pics...