Ambrose's Diaries - Blog Entry #13-the Sophomore Years - Part 3 Nature's Killing Me

Well, Virginia and I took things a little easy. After all, this is a big step for the two of us.
It was fun with Kitty, making all those big promises for the future. But that was it really...



... we were only young, with high ideals (and raging hormones to boot), what did we know about the 'real world'? Paying bills, getting a job, marrying (perhaps) and settling down with a family.



The very idea brought me sharply back to earth with a nasty bump.

If Virginia's the one to whom I shall be spending the rest of my life with, I've got to be absolutely certain that we're compatible, and that this isn't just a 'fun while it lasted' scenario.

So, in order to think things through clearly, I decided to take off on a couple of hikes.

Take stock of the situation... etc.

And then it happened....

.... twice....

I swear, Nature has it in for me.



I was attacked by another swarm of angry bees!!
And there the little devils followed me into the dorm.



Everyone looked on helplessly as I ran around screaming like a little girl (trust me, you'd scream that way too if you had a horde of angry bees dive-bombing you).

After spending yet another day in the infirmary (I'm getting very popular in there nowadays), recovering yet again from bee stings, I still couldn't work out what the right course of action was for Virginia and I.

Besides, I was in pain, and couldn't think properly anyway.

So, as I said earlier, we took things easily.

But I still couldn't get her out of my head.




With Kitty, it was different somehow. I really can't explain it, to be honest. She was fun, we had a few laughs, things got a little 'intensive' at times, but it was nothing we couldn't handle.



But Virginia is different. There's a genuine warmth to her. She's a little feisty, and extremely active. I've caught her a few times shooting hoops and doing her exercises and stuff.



Yes, I know, even in the chilly night air, she still looks hot in that pink leotard combo.

*sizzle*

I really don't think she's cut out to be an academic somehow.


I've seen her struggling along with her assignments. And her term paper on Literature was extremely difficult to say the least.

She's also struggling along with one of her skill requirements too, creativity. For me, I thoroughly enjoy daubing paint onto a canvas. But Virginia sees it as a chore somehow.

I think she's more 'family' oriented somehow, as that's what she mentions every now and then when we're together.



I'd help, but she flatly refuses, determined to get through it all.

But that's not the end of my misadventures with Nature.

No sirree.

Not by a long shot.

Spring has finally come around, and once again I had Virginia on my mind.
So I decided to take another walk.

This time I wasn't looking where I was going and ended up in poison ivy.



Boy did I end up scratching.



Even after a hot shower.

So, I've decided that Nature's just not my 'thing'. I'll stick to Science instead.
That's just about my forte.

Signing out for now.

Ambrose

Ambrose's Diaries - Blog Entry #13-the Sophomore Years

As you've probably guessed, once again I passed with flying colours and have now reached my Sophomore year.

Meh, it was a pushover really. Hardly had to write any assignments as my term paper practically covered everything that term.

I've discovered now, that I've got to brush up on my Cooking, Charisma and Creativity skills. Luckily for me, I had a head start with Creativity, thanks to a few hours of daubing away at that canvas in the common room.

But I have to tell you this though.
There have been a few new developments here in the dorm.

Dorian's moved out.

Yeah, I'm shocked too. We were getting on so well. He told me he was sharing 'digs' with a few other guys. But I suspect it's because of our 'strange' guy, Cleve.

Honestly, he's seriously weird.
With the extra cash, we had a basketball hoop installed. And in the middle of freezing Winter, he decides to play some hoops.....




.... in a rather revealing, lycra leotard!!!!
Go figure. It's minus 5 out there man, you catch your death if you're not careful!!

As if he's going to listen to me anyway.



And the streaker's just as bad. Guess he's got a leather hide or something. Besides, just look at Cleve's face there. It's a picture. At least he's not admiring 'other' parts of that guy's body!!!

So, we wait in anticipation of our new dormie. Her name is Virginia Medlar and she's quite a character.



As soon as she arrived, she had the rusty old stereo blaring away, getting all the rest of the students dancing away. She's certainly brought some life into the quiet surroundings, thats for sure.



Yep, even 'straight-laced' Cleve, joined in.



Yep. He definitely got some weird 'vibe' about him.

I swear though, she's definitely a night owl. While all the rest of us were asleep, she was STILL up and about, with boundless energy.

As I needed to get my assignments and term papers all rushed through, I never completely met her, only in passing.

I decided to have a chat to her. Do you know how hard that is?

YIKES!!!
It's worse than going to the dentist.
She hates Science, and we have nothing in common at all.
Oh well, her loss.

Besides, I have other matters to chew over.
I've discovered, through a lot of research, that there are 'aliens' among us.
And

There's a way to 'summon' them too. So, after checking the weather, I decided to take my chances and try out this new found skill.

After several days of rotten weather.



Dammit!!! I hate the snow, it's so cold and freezing.


I finally found a clear day.
And went for it....

Ambrose's Diaries - Blog Entry #12 - This isn't funny at all

Okay, it's coming up to the end of my Freshman year and I look forward with anticipation (and intrepidation) to my Sophomore year.
I have worked extremely hard, studied well, kept my assignments up to date.....

Yadda ..... Yadda....

I know, I'm sounding like a broken record here.

But that's not the kind of news I'm about to tell you anyway.
Here's a horror story for you, and a lesson well learned, for me.

I have just come back from the college infirmary today, after nursing my badly swollen skin.



All because I was bug hunting. Minding my own business, with a gigantic jar I'd filched (asked kindly to have) from the dorm cook, when all of a sudden, I was set upon, by a swarm of angry bees.



Nasty little beggars too.....
...... chased me all around the outside of my dorm.



They were relentless too, as no matter how fast I ran, they matched my speed.


And I swear they all had radar and could sense fear, wherever I went, they were right behind me.



Luckily for me, this all happened after class, but, what a lousy way to end the day though. Sitting getting treated for multiple stings. Who would have thought that an innocent game of bug hunting, would have ended up as a terrifying experience?

But do you know what?

They're never going to best me. I'm going to collect more bugs for my bug board, even if it means getting stung again. After all, there are some really interesting bugs, here in the desert.

Well, that's one of my most recent stories.

Here's another one (not quite so sinister though).

Well, I had some time to kill, in between classes, so I decided to be a Good Samaritan and serve food in the dorm cafeteria. Besides, it appears that it's all part of the college program. Sort of a 'life experience' thing.



I don't know what was more nerve wracking, getting stung by bees, waiting for the nurse to tend to my stings at the infirmary, or volunteering to work at the dorm cafeteria.

Imagine my complete horror, when I donned the uniform, and found that my hair had turned from glossy jet black, to RED????

I have never been a red head from as far back as I can remember.
On another note, don't I look like a real dork?
*suppresses derisive laughter*



Well, after getting over that shock, I settled into cafe work


clearing dirty plates


cleaning ovens.....

..... right down to serving the food.
And the meal on today's menu.....

was....



Mac & cheese.

Now, I'm stood here, sweating over the oven, never actually had the chance to cook for myself, and everybody's putting their trust in my cooking skills!!!!



Oh the sheer horror (and embarrassment) if everything went pear shaped now!!!
After all, one of my fears is fire!!!

(Along with parties and roaches, but those ones are highly unlikely as I like to keep things - spick and span)


So you can imagine, here I am, nervously stirring the saucepan, waiting for the inevitable to happen.......




........ and it didn't.


Phew!!!!

Of course it was a little salty, as I'd over done the seasoning, but I've got to admit. Not bad for a beginner.



But I know I have a better understanding of what the dorm cook goes through.



After standing for just a couple of hours, I discovered that this type of work is energy and comfort sapping.

Still, I earned a decent crust of money into the bargain too.
Let's hope those bills don't swallow it up this time.

This is Ambrose signing out

Cheers