Good day, chaps. Another go at the ol' blogger from Garrett here.
I think I am set. I contacted my dad earlier and asked him to send me my inheritance money (from my Opa: meaning Grandfather in German, who is deceased from cancer as of 2 years). It should be in, as my dad says, by this Tuesday. I'll have perhaps 100 to 200 short of one thousand dollars with the money I currently have in my electronic pocket (bank account). Oh, happy, happy day. Let's have a toast for two or three (no more, I can't handle more than three drunkards at a time :P) for a cheery development in the world of independence!
Also, I did some searching through the Classifieds in the Times & Transcript and found about a dozen places that suit I and my room mate. Several of them were very appealing, and me and my room mate to be will most likely live in one of them (this is the best case scenario). We will need heating, so as to not become cryogenic specimens, but not as a separate payment, because that will literally kill us financially. That and, signing a lease or some other insidious contract deal is not a good idea for us either. My sister had to sign a lease for a place she lived in a while back and eventually it bit her in the ass, so there's a lesson learned in getting 'round.
I have to do some phone calling in the next few days. I will have to explain to my would-be landlord(s) that I will have a room mate and that him and I will be competent tenants who won't struggle to pay the rent on time or around the time of payment. That's of course palpable; you can't get into many places without assuring your landlord that you're not a financially ill deadbeat or other and you won't fuck up their property, or that you're just a flat-out jerk, whether or not you intend to be at all. I, myself, will do none of such things, and I will do what I can to pay up the rent on time. Besides all of those details of minor importance to you, I think I will have a place to stay, and I will do damn good, because my optimism tells me I will do damn good. That and I would like to take a dam tour through the damn dam.
The money I will receive on Tuesday should make everything a whole lot easier. I mentioned this money before, and I am mentioning it again, in all of it's repetitious glory, for your perhaps wavering attention span. It, being the money, will make all of this quite possible. If a damage deposit is necessary, then so be it; good riddance! Me and my room mate will split the deal 50/50 and we'll get the place, so I will laugh in joy. I am hoping that we will have left-over money for a few important things, like furniture and most importantly and more satisfying, food. If I don't have my food, I won't be happy. That and, we may need some appliances, like a Fry-Fries-O-Matic 5000 (if such a moniker exists) or Pasta Maker, on top of the toaster oven that I own already (I'd kiss Betty Crocker, but she's probably an old hag now, so I will pass any such a move). Fancy appliances, like anything that is actually useful, for me at least, are not important but I am not a coffee or caffeine user or anything, so that is just what I think of it. If I am correct on how much money I will get, I should have just around 900 dollars...if not more. I may be able to exploit the funds a little bit if I am lucky enough to be left hanging with at least a hundred or so dollars. But 'luxury' items, as I like to put them, are not important for at least a month's time. You know what luxury items are don't you? Take a look at your Playstation Dos, or your iPod playing stereo system piece of crap; these are luxury items but that may be solely my opinion.
We will need a few services of course, as you can't avoid it. Such services necessary to living a wholesome life are the phone, perhaps the television (I don't care if it is cable or satellite, whatever works best for our finances), and the World Wide Web (WWW), the latter of which I use most commonly and the least sparingly. I was told, in reference to such services, that we will have to place a deposit on at least one of the services...and this is because of our age range. For shit's sake! This is probably why so many people my age struggle to get by when going out on their own.
I am most of all excited, as is obvious, that I will be around the people I respect. Also, I look forward to seeing my special someone, you know who, the one in the picture in one of my recent articles. This just in: the Red Sox are the 2007 World Series Champions, this is two years in a row. As I type, all of them homophobic (:B) team mates are hugging each other in triumph and fully irrational appreciation of their cosmic sky-faery's intervention to lead the team to victory...or am I just trying to sound smart? If you guessed yes, then you're wrong. If you guessed no, then you're dead wrong. But, if you guessed nothing at all, then you're right to have done so. I'm just kidding though. I am trying to be witty. You've just lost 6 seconds of your life and I am proud to have taken away those six seconds.
I'll just end this by stating my excitement for returning to Moncton. I should be back in Monkey-town in a week or two TOPS. My room mate is referring me to his work place, so if that succeeds, then I think I'll be perfectly fine. I am so thankful to nothing spiritual or of religious trappings that we're still in the Fall season, as I hate moving shit in the cold (when you've moved to what would turn out to be a total dullard of a town during -30° Celsius winter winds that pierce the face (damn our evolution for the loss of our facial fur! Mustaches and beards & sideburns are not enough!) in the middle of January, you've experienced enough). Speaking of which, it will still possibly be chilly out, but I am not looking forward to such a prospect. And don't you go looking forward to it either.
Well, g'night my audience. Stay tuned for more of my blogging endeavors. If you're lucky, and I am able, my next article will be written in Moncton. Let's hope to that! I shall establish a continuously witty stream of articles from now on.
Oh and, I <3 Syl.
