I will not throw my clothes on the floor...

Despite the wretched heat last weekend, my housemates and I spent some time re-organizing our living room area. Since Chang had moved in, I had been in and out for the next couple weeks, so all of his stuff was still sitting in the back room while we maintained status quo. But, we spent the whole afternoon cleaning out old junk, moving furniture around, and doing some general cleaning. The resulting configuration included the dual tv setup from Chang's old place (so we can play video games and watch tv at the same time) and dart board for additional fun and games. The fact that the room is now much nicer coupled with the fact that it's the coolest place in the house during this bloody hot period means that we hang out there more often than before.



I also took some time to clean my room. One thing I have never understood is the rationale behind making your bed. Don't you just end up messing it up again the next night to go to sleep? This is about as made as my bed gets. The bears are guarding my laptop from a sneaky Yahoo that lives in my house:



I even cleaned off my desktop of junk and wiped it down. Unfortunately, this pic also reveals a few random things hidden underneath the table, etc, but in general, this is *much* better than before :) The sign that gave this post its title is still hanging on my bookshelf...



Edit: The more I look at the pics, the more my room doesn't seem that clean. I guess it's just a matter of perspective that it used to be horrendous :)