Our lovely view. All you New Englanding foliage elitists can shove it. Eugene is gorgeous in the fall.
Unfortunately, Smoking Dude is not out smoking. We tend to stare at him, and laugh when he tries to adjust his (very nice) aloe plant and fails. He seems mildly intrigued by the three girls living yonder, but our relationship is limited to staring, laughing and the occasional wave. We can see into his living room (and he ours) -- we're glad he moved his furniture because now we can't see his creepy ceramic monkey. This thing could have a series of horror films. Seriously.
Our kitchen has a pointless wall. It seems to be there only for toe-stubbing reasons. I managed to get three toes simultaneously today. Needless to say, it better be load-bearing or else...
The rest of our kitchen. Note the bright orange countertops (only the finest in 70s decor here at Club Mill) and mostly-done dishes.
Here's the living room. The couches and endtables were so free. As was the lamp. In fact, we have tons of free stuff in our apartment.
Living room, different angle. I need to remember to post a picture of Awesomesaurus later. Truly Awesome. Saurus.
Okay. This is the only decoration in the living room, wall-wise, and it isNOT mine. Nor is it Kyle's. This tackiness, which I can't even enjoy ironically, brought to you by Marie. The one with the dragon and the yin-yang is (thankfully) in her room. She's a great roommate otherwise. Except for the bathroom time issue. But enough words. More pictures!
Show-ah. Our bathroom is pretty tidy. Current reading material: Trader Joe's Fearless Flyer. We read about yuppie food in our water closet.
Close up of a shower tile. Does anyone else think this looks like what I think it looks like?
Mah room. Note the posterage. One is of Mannhattan, another is pasta. Quilts courtesy of my mom.
The built-in desk/dresser. It's pretty nice, but I never do work there. I haven't once. Great place to put stuff, though.
You may have noticed the floor is clear of clothing. It was once not so. Piles of clothing EVERYWHERE until we invested in this fine device. I can walk without tripping again! I've reclaimed my life!
The obligatory mirror shot. The better of two.
I loves me the Freudian criticism like I loves me the barbeque.
General update: I am buried in work (for which I finally got paid. bastids) and schooly-school. My brother is officially coming down to Eugene over spring break. He's going to have a blast. Or he better, if he knows what's good for him...
Our friend Aaron came over last night, ridiculously stoned. He wanted to have a nerd party. That may or may not happen. He's a nutty guy, and he's got that lovable college scruff going for him. He'll have some great stories when he's 40.
To bed!
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