A/C, Granite Formations, Faggots, and Taco Bell
Well, after maxing out one credit card and sending myself further into debt, everything on my car is finally fixed. Except it needs new tires. Great. It was pleasant to have A/C again, I admit. Although since it's been 3 years since it's really worked, it's hard for me to get used to it again. I'm not a big fan of A/C in the first place, and I'll only turn it on if it's extremely hot. I got it fixed because if I ever want to trade the car in, everything has to be in working condition, obviously.
Anyway, after that lovely fiasco, I met up with Colter at OW for a while, and we decided to head to Stone Mountain to hike up to the top. We made it up pretty quick-- a lot faster than Ben and I did a few months ago. I'm in so much better shape now. All of this working out is finally starting to pay off, I suppose. In any case, we stayed up on top of the mountain for a good 45 minutes just hanging out and talking about out west. Colter's probably just as restless as I am, and ready to escape this God forsaken town.
We headed back down the mountain around 8 pm and returned to Midtown. We met up with Ben, John, and one of John's friend's at Noodle, and I wasn't particularly happy to be there. Too many pretentious people drinking too much alcohol. It just was very disappointing. Colter and I walked around for a while, then went to Taco Bell, then back to his house to watch some television. I came home a little later and found Jeff and Sandy at my apartment. I sat down to watch Lonesome Dove and get totally enveloped in my own world, despite the noise from Jeff's video game.
I really hope the karma gods are looking fondly on me for letting him move back in for a couple of months, because I really, really just hate this. I want my apartment back and I want my way of life back. I know he's going to want to stay longer, but he's going to have to leave by August 1st. I have folks coming in to town, and by God, I'm going out west for a few weeks in August, and I don't want someone living in my apartment while I'm gone. Jeff is a nice enough person, despite it taking 2 weeks of threats to extract his June, but he's still very much a kid and has poor decision making skills. I just don't want a room-mate. I never did. I did this becuase I'm a nice person. I just wish it would hurry up and get over-with, so my life can get back to normal.
Tomorrow Colter wants to go play golf, but my clubs are in storage and I don't think I can really afford to pay to play at one of the public courses. Maybe next weekend.
Melancholy is a bitch.
Anyway, after that lovely fiasco, I met up with Colter at OW for a while, and we decided to head to Stone Mountain to hike up to the top. We made it up pretty quick-- a lot faster than Ben and I did a few months ago. I'm in so much better shape now. All of this working out is finally starting to pay off, I suppose. In any case, we stayed up on top of the mountain for a good 45 minutes just hanging out and talking about out west. Colter's probably just as restless as I am, and ready to escape this God forsaken town.
We headed back down the mountain around 8 pm and returned to Midtown. We met up with Ben, John, and one of John's friend's at Noodle, and I wasn't particularly happy to be there. Too many pretentious people drinking too much alcohol. It just was very disappointing. Colter and I walked around for a while, then went to Taco Bell, then back to his house to watch some television. I came home a little later and found Jeff and Sandy at my apartment. I sat down to watch Lonesome Dove and get totally enveloped in my own world, despite the noise from Jeff's video game.
I really hope the karma gods are looking fondly on me for letting him move back in for a couple of months, because I really, really just hate this. I want my apartment back and I want my way of life back. I know he's going to want to stay longer, but he's going to have to leave by August 1st. I have folks coming in to town, and by God, I'm going out west for a few weeks in August, and I don't want someone living in my apartment while I'm gone. Jeff is a nice enough person, despite it taking 2 weeks of threats to extract his June, but he's still very much a kid and has poor decision making skills. I just don't want a room-mate. I never did. I did this becuase I'm a nice person. I just wish it would hurry up and get over-with, so my life can get back to normal.
Tomorrow Colter wants to go play golf, but my clubs are in storage and I don't think I can really afford to pay to play at one of the public courses. Maybe next weekend.
Melancholy is a bitch.