I'll start this off innocent enough. Not out of choice but out of my inability to do what I wanted to do... which is post pictures, because truthfully there are some things in this world only a picture can do justice. Like this: (http://www.michaeltotten.com/archives/images/Hillary%20Clinton.jpg) eh.. I'll just wait until I go back home thursday and grab my Camera... and I'll update this monday when I return.
Ok, well now that that(hehe I always get tickled when I write that that) tantrum is out of the way, I arrived here August 18th where I met my awkward moment lee first. (I can speak french) I made my way up into the dark corners of my apartment complex HQ, past the ominous squeels of fathers losing their daughters and of daughters losing their wallets.... into the assimilation room where I met what can be described as none other than Paul Bunyan. Seriously, this dude belonged in a forest not a freakin college apartment building he was like 7 feet tall and 300 pounds, big enough to scare away even monsters like Michael Moore, and that's saying something. Well, remember a few sentences ago when I said I encountered my awkward moment? No, I haven't forgotten, here it goes: after I got my card key and room key I was thoroughly like "..." and well ready to get a look at my apartment when the guy gave out this half-yelp half command like noise... "now I already went over the maintenance, one more thing.. If you're going to have sex, for god sakes put sheets on the mattress." I have yet to fully internalize those words.. perhaps it was made all the more mortifying by the fact that a group of girls were sitting very close to me... or perhaps it was the thought of earlier inhabitants of my room tainting my sleeping chambers... whichever the case, it tallied up to one hell of a grotesque feeling in the pit of my stomach... and I've yet to fully trust my mattress even now.. I think it's a dirty dirty whore.
Well my apartment is situated on the very brink of reality, as far away from all the other buildings as possible whilst still being on campus property. I sometimes feel like I'm travelling in the fourth circle of Dante's hell when I make the venture from campus to home with the barren scenery of untoiled earth. Buuut I'm a jovial fellow and it's all the better, I never have problems with loud music in the night and the quiet suits me perfectly. Also, there's never any trouble with parking and I have my own little parking spot that I even personalized with a ghetto looking name sign... so I can feel all special like the professors who get their own personalized parking spots.. it may seem silly, but threaten my parking spot and I'll unleash hell! Seriously, I pack heat. (sorry for the use of that 90's cliche ... I know... I know)
the room itself is relatively chill, mainly because it can't be much of anything else. It's about eight feet by eight feet big... when I lay on my bed I cover roughly 3/4 of the distance from wall to wall... luckily I've managed to learn chants that I repeat over and over to maintain sanity. =) ... I have my computer hooked up with no T.V.. but honestly, who watches T.V. anymore? umm.. the necessities such as a refrigerator + cell phone + food + trash + printer... is all i've scrounged up.
As for my room mates... well I'll save that for another blog..
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