A Week
So, another week has passed in the ever exciting life of A.J. Stanson, and a week of firsts at that. My first week of class, my first week in the new apartment, and, as it turned out, my first day without air conditioning.
Yes, after moving in for good on Sunday night, Spider and I noticed that it was rather hot, however, kept assuming that it was simply taking a bit for the apartment to settle, being that the air conditioning had been turned off. Many sweaty hours later, (including a sleepless sweaty night) we reported that the air conditioning simply wasn’t working properly. Naturally, the maintenance man arrived just in time to see the two of us, shirtless, vacuuming the floor. Tragic that I left my digital camera, really. One only hopes he’s not as homophobic as your average Georgian maintenance man . . .
But, yes, anyway, the air conditioning was repaired, and all was right with the world again, just in time for an ever joyous occasion – a visit from one of you diary readers. That reader being The Mary. An interesting night was certainly enjoyed, complete with discussion ranging from what would happen if RFIM’s played scrabble, how women are equivalent to crossword puzzles, and whether or not men prefer sex to sword-fighting monkeys. And, no, you didn’t misread any of that.
Tragically, it seems that The Mary was in a bit of a car accident on her trip back to
Jacksonville, which can be read about in full in her diary, along with the rest of the exploits she enjoyed while in Milledgeville. All of us here at the diary wish you the best, Mary.
The rest of the week provided desperately few conversation topics, as class is still boring, college kids are still stupid, and it’s still really hard to find a parking space on campus. Oh, and as far as that Goddess search goes . . .
Let’s just say the needle’s still in the haystack.
an"”>Let’s just say the needle’s still in the haystack.
I was beginning to think you’d dropped off the face of the planet…^_^ (oh and FIRST NOTE!!!)
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Aweeee poor Mary… I shall have to go leave her a Note soon! Shirtless vacuuming, sword-fighting monkeys… What on Earth really goes on in that apartment?? 😉
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Dane Cook….niiiiiiiiiiice. lol
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Did you know Scrabble was actually invented by a man by the name of Alfred Mosher Butts. No joke, I’m utterly and completely serious. He must have been the butt of all jokes. And you thought having a booger in your nose was horrid. Not to mention your ill disposition towards your middle name. Which, despite your disliking, I really quite like. XXX!
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ryn: Oh, and by the way, France is like the absolute hardest professor to take for astronomy and I think you’re nuts.
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You know people who are like characters from Brett Easton Ellis novels? Really? Are they very, very rich?
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ryn: I’m going to go with the majority of the people I’ve talked to and say that France sucks. ^_^ Plus, Pangia’s just annoying, I’m sure I can get over it.
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yay i found an interesting diary
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