Pants-less Gordon
Pants-less Gordon
or,
The German Shepherdess
At 6:45 PM, I walked down to the basement to retrieve my laundry from the dryer. As I was on my way back up, I thought that I heard a woman's voice saying "Hello? Hello?" How curious, I thought. I was eager to find the source, as I'm chronically nosy. I found out soon enough. The German Shepherdess was standing outside of my apartment, the door to which was alarmingly open. I mustn't have closed the door all the way, and Ameer felt the need to open it and escape into the wonderful world of the hallway. The German Shepherdess (who is so called because she keeps the 90 lb. German shepard that lives across the hall) wondered if Ameer were supposed to be out in the hall. I said that he was most certainly not, and I went up the stairs to retrieve him. He skittered up the rest of the stairs, and very nearly made it through the open door to Gordon's apartment before I grabbed him. Gordon was sitting on his couch reading with no pants on. He was thoroughly unashamed to stand up and start talking to me, and his t-shirt came down barely enough to conceal some briefs, which I sincerely hope that he was wearing.
Not wishing to spend any more time looking at a pants-less Gordon, I hastily collected my cat and descended the stairs.
The Ginger Bitch gave us back our midterms today. I was absolutely shocked not only because I received a 78, but also because she had told us beforehand that 18 out of 30 students had received an A or B. I bet it was the happiest moment of her life when she wrote that 78 on the top of my paper. I am really upset about it. I guess I really should be upset because I didn't prepare for the thing at all. I have decided that I'm going to stick with this program, but it's not going to work out if I keep being so lazy and not exerting any effort.
I have also determined that I'd like to buy a condo. Paying rent is simply wasteful. I figure I might as well be in double debt, by using my student loan money to pay the house note. Double debt can't possibly be much worse than single debt. Besides, I'll have a great job in two years when I finish, so it will be much easier then. Here are two options I'm thinking of for the mortgage:
1. Ali Chami. He is our mortgage guy at the bank, and I love him. When we went to our company party, he bought me like three or four beers (which were $4 apiece.) We may be going to Lebanon together later this year. He obviously knows his stuff, since he works for such a large company.
2. Michael Day. He is my bartender at D'Amato's, and since he recently was married and is expecting his firstborn, he has started a second job doing mortgages. He told me that if anyone is rejected by my bank, I should send the person to him. That makes me believe that the requirements with his company are pretty lax. Besides, I love Michael as well, and I'd love to help him in any way possible.
I don't know a whole lot about mortgages, but I know that Rock Financial advertises their "Interest only" mortgages. I'd have to learn more about the specifics, but I wonder if that would work out well for me. I could simply pay interest over the next two years, and then once I start making excellent money after that, I can work harder at paying the thing down. I wonder if I should try to go for a two bedroom, just in case I need another one in the future, and it would also enable me to have a roommate to help with the payments. I guess I need to see how large of a mortgage I can get first, and then decide where to live from there. I know one thing, though. I will not move into anyplace without a dishwasher.
or,
The German Shepherdess
At 6:45 PM, I walked down to the basement to retrieve my laundry from the dryer. As I was on my way back up, I thought that I heard a woman's voice saying "Hello? Hello?" How curious, I thought. I was eager to find the source, as I'm chronically nosy. I found out soon enough. The German Shepherdess was standing outside of my apartment, the door to which was alarmingly open. I mustn't have closed the door all the way, and Ameer felt the need to open it and escape into the wonderful world of the hallway. The German Shepherdess (who is so called because she keeps the 90 lb. German shepard that lives across the hall) wondered if Ameer were supposed to be out in the hall. I said that he was most certainly not, and I went up the stairs to retrieve him. He skittered up the rest of the stairs, and very nearly made it through the open door to Gordon's apartment before I grabbed him. Gordon was sitting on his couch reading with no pants on. He was thoroughly unashamed to stand up and start talking to me, and his t-shirt came down barely enough to conceal some briefs, which I sincerely hope that he was wearing.
Not wishing to spend any more time looking at a pants-less Gordon, I hastily collected my cat and descended the stairs.
The Ginger Bitch gave us back our midterms today. I was absolutely shocked not only because I received a 78, but also because she had told us beforehand that 18 out of 30 students had received an A or B. I bet it was the happiest moment of her life when she wrote that 78 on the top of my paper. I am really upset about it. I guess I really should be upset because I didn't prepare for the thing at all. I have decided that I'm going to stick with this program, but it's not going to work out if I keep being so lazy and not exerting any effort.
I have also determined that I'd like to buy a condo. Paying rent is simply wasteful. I figure I might as well be in double debt, by using my student loan money to pay the house note. Double debt can't possibly be much worse than single debt. Besides, I'll have a great job in two years when I finish, so it will be much easier then. Here are two options I'm thinking of for the mortgage:
1. Ali Chami. He is our mortgage guy at the bank, and I love him. When we went to our company party, he bought me like three or four beers (which were $4 apiece.) We may be going to Lebanon together later this year. He obviously knows his stuff, since he works for such a large company.
2. Michael Day. He is my bartender at D'Amato's, and since he recently was married and is expecting his firstborn, he has started a second job doing mortgages. He told me that if anyone is rejected by my bank, I should send the person to him. That makes me believe that the requirements with his company are pretty lax. Besides, I love Michael as well, and I'd love to help him in any way possible.
I don't know a whole lot about mortgages, but I know that Rock Financial advertises their "Interest only" mortgages. I'd have to learn more about the specifics, but I wonder if that would work out well for me. I could simply pay interest over the next two years, and then once I start making excellent money after that, I can work harder at paying the thing down. I wonder if I should try to go for a two bedroom, just in case I need another one in the future, and it would also enable me to have a roommate to help with the payments. I guess I need to see how large of a mortgage I can get first, and then decide where to live from there. I know one thing, though. I will not move into anyplace without a dishwasher.