Post that post, summer really set in. I worked from time to time, worked out from time to very rare time, and only joined society when the words "free" and "sample" were dangled out at the local Costco. My surrender to a summer of extreme relaxation resulted in few posts and a near disappearance of Man Gaverbo.
But now she's back! Cue wild anticipation.
So, I'm a senior now (well, techincally still a Junior in terms of credit-level... seems that leaving 2 weeks prior to finals stunts your gpa and matriculation pattern just ever-so-much... but that is neither here nor there).
Three years down in Happy Valley and only one single, 9 month stint left. One more homecoming, one more THON, and only a dozen or so all-nighters. I'll try not to be preemptively nostalgic, but I do have to admit that time flies when you are having the kind of fun that you may not remember specifically, but always remember in vague relapses and suprise bruises.
Anyway, I'm getting off track now. Let's take a look at some new things in my life, shall we?
First off, I've got new digs this year-- grown up digs. As in, I have my own room and I don't have to sneak my Bud Select past any RAs.
202 Bjt, the homestead, is looking excessively fashionable, thanks to my roommate Ryan. Ryan has pimped us out in a way that Xzibit would only think of in his wildest, grill covered, loud speaking, kind-of-endearing-but-mostly-just -shouting- a-lot-at-the-screen, dreams.
In my living room, I have a tv that I refuse to turn on. I refuse because I am convinced that the thing actually cost more than my 7th grade braces (big ups, Dr. Shnorkian, what what holler back expander bands). I'm not too up on the Tv lingo--- because I still prefer to gather around a large am radio and listen to spooky stories about the reds bombing us---but, if forced to guesstimate, I would say that the screen measures about 100 million inches by several stories tall. The picture on our jumbo screen is as sharp as my dazzling wit, and the sound that surrounds all ears in the vacinity is clearer than invisilign on its first day of alignment. With such chic,decorative decor'tronics (electronics that are pretty), I find it best to stay in my room amongst my glorified-calculator-of-a-laptop and my glorified-walkie-talkie-of-a-phone and hope that the sound of Halo Wars is only a game and not a real outbreak of warfare in the common room.
Beyond the decor'tronics, the trappings of 202 bjt have taught me some new life lessons.
I apparently used to live in the dark ages of refrigeration. I was under the silly, simple impression that a full refrigerator/freezer utility was enough to satisfy and satiate an apartment of 4 people. BOY, was I wrong.
As it turns out, the appropriate number of refrigeration devices for an apartment whose membership weighs roughly 550 pounds combined is not One, not two, not five, but SIX.
We have six refrigerators.
Yes, they are not ALL full sized. But, nonetheless, if the power went out in all of the other apartments on the floor except for ours, we could harbor all of the potentially-spoiled food that our floormates would seek to salvage. This kind of luxary is great, because there are simply times when the 35 foot walk to the kitchen is too much to bare. In those moments, I'm grateful for the 3 refrigerators that fill the space inbetween myself and my distant, elusive, kitchen refrigerator. Big ups to last-years tenant for leaving a pretty little fridge behind!
Even better is the cast of roommates filling the pimped out pimp house. Brian, my friend despite owning skinny jeans, fills up a room with his own knack for pairing greens and browns and fem-rock without losing an emo beat. Ryan, as previously mentioned, has decked out our a.p.t. with p.h.a.t. stuff and somehow still finds time to introduce me to new, intellectual jams.
But best of all is our new addition, a lady from down south, with charm, pizzazzzz, and an unnecessarily large supply of Hello Kitty merchandise, Xtina Dangerang.
Dangerang signed on to live with us without truly getting to know B-ri, Ry-ry, or myself, I-I, and therefore is suffering a sad reality check in this, our first week of cohabitation. Xtina, or as I like to call her, Mulan, resembles the Yellow Power Ranger, except with less violence and background music accompanying her most of the time. While I sound mildly (read: incredibly) rude and offensive, I should say that I really respect Xtina for her willingness to take a joke. Also, I am grateful for her ability to protect us with a swift roundhouse kick to any Putty that we may encounter in day to day life.
The homefront is definitely solid and chic, and thus Man finds herself with little to fret over. Aside from my impending, crippling debt and the distinct liklihood of running the 5th-year-senior-victory-lap in 2010/2011, all is well at mg's blogspot. The summer of relaxation has almost officially come to a close, leaving bits of a farmers tan and a few blog-worthy stories in its path (hey, are you an english major? have you taken courses fully dedicated to inventing bland/universal/trite personifications of the seasons?)
For now, the stories will have to wait. I will invariably be disclosing my tales from behind the cash register at one of Americas most beloved retail pharmacies, most of which contain a) language unsuitable for children b) throwing of toothpaste/cigarettes/Tastycakes c) a sweet polyester blue shirt, worn by yours truly.
Also, if there is time, I will possibly get around to telling you some summer dating stories that consist of a) vomit b) vomit c) the loss of all dignity or power in a new relationship when vomiting enters the picture.
Until then, I hope each of you enjoys these last days of Summer. Wear sunscreen!
Yours, Man
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