I moved into my new dorm room a few days ago, as per the flood last semester and politely bitching until I got a new placement. This room is much better, much nicer. I also have my playstation set up and my Star Wars poster right behind it because I’m a ~*snowflake*~.

However, I have noticed that I have five boxes dedicated to books and only one small bookshelf. It’s characteristic of me to have more books than molecules in my body, but while going through and sorting through the crisis of which of my babies do I let breathe and which of my babies must be boxed away!? , the practical side won this battle. Begrudgingly, I boxed some of my Terry Pratchett and decided that it would be wisest to only put Harry Potter and major-related books on that one small piece of furniture. I sighed, wiping a tear from Moist von Lipwig’s face. Soon, my darling, soon. Only until I can persuade B&G to put up some shelves on my wall. This is when it came to my attention, to my horror, that I am pretentious enough to have an entire two shelves dedicated solely to philosophy. I’m that guy, folks…