Extreme room makeover

My ride was going to leave this morning, so I had signed up to check out of my dorm room at the earliest opportunity: 9:20 AM. Later, I found out that this wasn't early enough for them, and they absolutely wouldn't wait an hour for me. I found out about this yesterday, when it was too late for me to change my scheduled check-out time. It was night, and I was waiting for my RA to come around so I could explain my dilemma and ask him to check me out early. But he didn't show for hours and hours. Finally, I found another RA who I knew who gladly checked me out and agreed to tell my own RA that I had left early.

So I spent the night at my sister's; I'm glad the buses run that late. And in the morning, long before 9:20, our ride came, and we were on the road. Someone else who came along was Michael, who played Sherlock Holmes in a video I was asked to be in a few years ago. We'd seen each other every so often since then. That reminds me, I want to watch the movie again. I got a copy of it eventually, and it's pretty good.

Anyway, I am home for the holidays. I had been looking forward to see how my parents redid my room. They were going to surprise me because they know how my room always collected dust and made me feel sick, but they decided to tell me last week. It basically looks exactly like they said it would. There's new carpet, drapes instead of blinds, and new paint on the walls. They asked me what I wanted to do with my entire bookshelf's worth of National Geographics, a collection I'd accumulated a few years ago (partly seen here). I asked them to put the magazines in boxes and put my actual books back on my bookshelf. Not only did they do that, but they put my amp there too. What a nice use of space.

So, everything's good. My room smells like paint, which is nice. The walls are nice and clean. So are the shelves in my closet. It will probably never be this clean again.

I notice that there are some textbooks I didn't sell last year. I'm going to put those on the market now. Also, I'm not sure what to do with 425 National Geographics. (Yes, I insist on italics.) Nobody wants to buy all of them, but some people want them for free. I'm thinking of giving them away at this point, but I'd really like to make a buck... which is probably the most somebody would pay for these. I could try selling them individually or in small groups, and I'd probably earn a pretty penny eventually, but it would just be too much work. What should I do with these things?

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