Moving slow and moving out

 As you all know, I moved. If you don't know that, please refer to the last million posts where I referred to moving. And then weep because you're not my roommate. And then weep because you feel bad for my roommates.

Today I went to the wrong class on accident and sat for 3 hours wanting to take the apple from my roommate because I was so hungry. So I guess you could say that school has started off with a bang.

Moving is hard but it's also fun. Well, the aftermath is fun. I love living so close to the temple, it's like the BEST thing. I can sit outside on my porch and look at it while I eat Second Breakfast.

My roommate, Bonnie, likes putting her feet on people and I think it's funny.

I spend so much of my time with my sister and her husband and I really love that. In fact, my roommate, Bonnie, thought that Dustan was my brother, like by blood. We thought it was pretty funny.

I miss my dog. Anyone that goes and sees him, please give him a kiss for me and tell him I love him and that I'll see him for Christmas.

Now, here's the real reason for this post.

So this post is long overdue. Last year, right before Finals began before Christmas, I decided that I would redo my bedroom as a reward for finishing finals. So, that's what I did. My mom and I talked colors, and I scoured pinterest for ideas, came up with a few of my own, and then the following pictures was the result. I meant to post these in January but my room was never clean enough...haha...and when I moved, my bedroom became sadly clean. And now this wonderful bedroom is the guest room. So if you ever wish to spend the night at my house in New Mexico, expect to stay in the coolest bedroom EVER.

K, this is the coolest thing ever. This is a section of the 4th Harry Potter book, right before the second task. That's my favorite book and it mentioned Dobby, who is my favoritest, so it had to be that part. It took me 30+ hours to paint that. Bam.

Although I'd like to take 100% credit for this, Rachel painted Tink there.

Again, I'd like to take the credit..but I can't. Rachel is the artist in the family, not me. When she visited for Christmas she painted this. Just so you know placement wise, this is flying over my wardrobe. 

Yeah, this is a TARDIS. Yeah it took me like, 15+ hours to make. Thank goodness for little sisters who will hold levels and help you make straight lings with painters tape and don't even get that mad when you rub paint on their pants. 

This is my sock drawer. And it's way cooler than your sock drawer. When my dad saw it for the first time he looked at me quizzically and then said "Who's the Master?" I then went into an indepth explanation of who The Master is, a Timelord from Doctor Who. And then I realized he was referring to the dresser and I had to again explain indepth the rold of the house elf. He hasn't asked me anything concerning my room since. ;) 

This is French for "Let's Go!" It also happens to be the Tenth Doctors catchphrase. 

Dumble-door. Get it? GET IT?! Okay I think it's really funny...

So yeah, my new bedroom is about a million times less cool, but I'm sure that my roommates appreciate that at least somewhat.

Holla.