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August 27, 2001
As he came into the window, it was the sound of a crescendo. He came into her apartment. He left the bloodstains on the carpet. She was sitting at the table. He could see she was unable. So she ran into the bedroom. She was struck down, it was her doom. Annie are you ok? You ok? You ok Annie? Annie are you ok? You ok? You ok Annie? Annie are you ok? You ok? You ok Annie? Annie are you ok? You ok? You ok Annie? Annie are you ok? Will you tell us That you're ok? There's a sign in the window. That he struck you - a crescendo Annie. He cam into your apartment. He left the bloodstains on the carpet. And then you ran into the bedroom. You were struck down, it was your doom. Annie are you ok? You ok? You ok Annie? Annie are you ok? You ok? You ok Annie? Annie are you ok? You ok? You ok Annie? You've been hit by, you've been struck by, a smooth criminal. So they came into the outway. It was sunday, what a black day. I could fell your salutation, sounding heartbeats, intimidations.
Well, I tried to write an entry yesterday, and it started out with "Let's all thank netzero for this update" rather ironically the service died and I was disconnected before I was able to post and the update never made it... What a burn.

Well Now I'm actually writting this from my machine so it feels a bit more normal anyway. So, a few things to cover now that I am essentially all moved in and ready to get on with it all.

Well, the apartment is about as awesome as we could have hoped it to be. Very nice furniture and other stuff was included, it even came with a paper towel holder under the sink... a paper towel holder... ...I damn near cried tears of joy. When you get an actual apartment for the first time (not one of those fake apartments that do everything for you) you start to realize just how much shit goes into having a place to live. Power, telephone, water/sewer, gas, cable, and internet all not only have a monthly fee which we had calculated out long before hand, but most have a jaw-dropping activation charge of some rediculous amount. But now that we have it behind us it feels like it wasn't too bad, mostly cause Hans handled most of the paper-work. But you know, if Hans can do it, well then, it can't possibly be that hard :P

Random stuff we've bought for use around the place
  • 33-gallon garbage can
  • 2 mats for infront of and just inside our front door
  • a webber charcoal grill
  • a mop and bucket
So far we've used the grill twice to cook hamburgers and brots, good eating if I've ever had it. and the garbage can is a precaution to avoid our last-year mess that always accumulated in the kitchen. The mats just seemed like a good idea as I walked by them at the local Lowes Hardware, and the mop and bucket... well, the mop and bucket is kinda an interesting story. So Hans sees that there is a bunch of dishes in the dishwasher and decides he wants to run a load of dishes. And with the best of intentions, he filled the two cups in the dishwasher with Joy (note: not automatic dishwashing detergent.) and the result, well, let's just say the back of the Joy bottle isn't kidding when it says "Makes lots of suds that last and last". The only problem is that it made lots of suds that lasted and lasted all over our kitchen. So Marci and I manned the emergency champu-mobile (my saturn) and went out and got a mop to quell the aqueous uprising. So um, yeah now we have a mop... ...hey at least it's a nice mop... ..."self wringing!!!"... ...oh forget it.

Oh yes and about the car, or more notibly, the garage in which it is parked. When I first got here, Hans was going to pull his car down into the garage along with me to unload, he stopped at the entrance ramp, got out of his car, took one look at the ramp and said, "oh hell no." I use the term "ramp" rather loosely as "cliff" would probably be more suitible. I had to drive my car down it as though I was on an ATV trying to cross a ravine. And I even gave Hans's mother a hand getting her Acura 3.2TL out of there after they were done unloading. Even when performing this gymnastic vehicular manuver correctly, one of the rear tires would usually leave the ground during descent. The general concensus of those who normally stood for things, was that this was not to be stood for. So a few days later they had a concrete working crew out and the ramp was reshappen to at least allow for the passage of cars without 4 feet of ground clearance to safely enter and exit the garage, and we could all once again stand.

Aside from the complete and utter lack of a garage door, for which I had to pay 35 dollars to obtain an opener to, and these fucking retarded locked doors that completely insult mine and everyone else's intelegence (I'll show you a picture of this tomorrow so you can see what I'm talking about) I think the garage is going pretty well. And I suppose it's pretty difficult to complain too profusely about having my car located just a few floors away.

Yeah, classes, so we're off to a good start, nothing sounds like it's going to be too much of a big deal and my hours are fab. My Math teacher has a bit of a Croatian accent, but she does very well to try and annunciate her words and choose them carfully. All things considered, I commend her efforts. I finally have all my books (the right ones this time, sigh, stupid different sections) and with the addition of an internet connection, and the conclusion of my first journal entry from said connection, I feel like I'm finally back at school... ...oh hell yeah!

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