Avoiding art history (and other classwork)

So it's already been a week since I moved back to Penn. I've had my first taste of classes, and yes...I'm already sick of them. I tried to read my art history book this weekend, but every time I went to read something, I fell asleep in the book. The drool stains will make it more difficult to sell when I'm done with it. Anyway, I thought I'd post a couple images of my room, along with a video that I recorded over the summer. Bob will appreciate the video, hehe.
This is the one side of my room. Hooray!

Here's the other side of my room. Complete with eggchair that you stub your toe on every time you try and get something out of the closet.

Dystopia start up screen. Awwwyeah...

And finally that (low quality) video from the fateful "let's try to camp in the backyard" camping trip with Bob:

Okay, children. This is not how you should start a fire. In other words, a fire in a small bucket with kindling made entirely from starter sticks = bad idea.