Apparently, A.J. didn't have anything else to really do this Friday evening but try to bunker down and attempt reading through that book Beauty got him ages ago that he'd really only gotten through the first five pages of ( Read more... )

A.J. was bored. Bored, bored, bored. So he tried to think of some of the things he could do. Let's see. He still didn't have an invention for class; he could work on that. He still hadn't finished reading that book Beauty gave him forever ago; he could read that. He technically hadn't finished his dresser project; he could finish that ( Read more... )

That horrible, hacking, coughing sound coming through the door of room 402? Yeah. That would be the result of picking through trash in a junkyard in rainy, sleety cold weather. It was worth it, though, because it gave A.J. this really awesome cooling unit thing that he, feeling inspired after class, curled up with and idly painted while ( Read more... )

Despite the impending chilly weather, the windows of room 402 were as open as the door which meant only one thing. The inspirational streak that had flourished from the drama with Annette was continuing on strongly, and A.J. sat on a sheet in the corner of the room, surrounded by a plethora of media. Pant tubes and cans, brushes everywhere, ( Read more... )

AC and rainy weather be damned. A.J. needed to paint something, and paint fumes were no good, so the window was open, with several fans set up expertly around it to send out the bad and and force in the good, even if it was hot outside. His old, paint splattered sheets were thrown over everything to keep from getting paint over it and he was just ( Read more... )