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40cakesSo, after watching the movie Hackers and making multiple computer jokes, my Compaq decided it was offended. It also decided it was 1992. "The internet? What's an ethernet? You crazy kids and your hip slang!"
After much begging and pleading and praying, I bought an ethernet card, and had Bob install it. Hooray for Bob, Computer Science Major of DOOM!
Apartment is fun. We have a sign in our kitchen that warns us to shut bedroom doors before cooking, or the heat from the stove will set off fire alarms. We make sure to do so.
Directly across from my bedroom door is my Knives wallscroll. So, every morning, the first thing I see when I leave my room is Knives.
C: "Good morning, Knives, I'm running late for class. What are you going to do today?"
KW: "I was thinking of eating a bowl of Cap'n Crunch, then destroying humanity."
C: "Sounds fun. Just leave enough people to run a Taco Bell, and we'll get some Chalupas afterwards."
KW: "Yes, Chalupas would be excellent."
My walls are still pretty bare. Have lost ball of blue sticky stuff.
Left glasses at home. Didn't realise this until I took out my contacts, then went into "Oh, shit" mode.
We have a TV in the living room with cable, VCR, a PSX, and a DVD player hooked up to it. The big stereo is right next to it. In the abode of myself and Erin, there lies another TV, VCR, and DVD player. Snoogans.
The guys next door are assholes. And loud. Fuckers. They will suffer painful deaths before the end of the year. Hell hath no fury like four chix who can't hear DDR.
Happy birthday, Sue! My computer wasn't available for your real birthday, so here is the belated happy wishes.
>^..^
After much begging and pleading and praying, I bought an ethernet card, and had Bob install it. Hooray for Bob, Computer Science Major of DOOM!
Apartment is fun. We have a sign in our kitchen that warns us to shut bedroom doors before cooking, or the heat from the stove will set off fire alarms. We make sure to do so.
Directly across from my bedroom door is my Knives wallscroll. So, every morning, the first thing I see when I leave my room is Knives.
C: "Good morning, Knives, I'm running late for class. What are you going to do today?"
KW: "I was thinking of eating a bowl of Cap'n Crunch, then destroying humanity."
C: "Sounds fun. Just leave enough people to run a Taco Bell, and we'll get some Chalupas afterwards."
KW: "Yes, Chalupas would be excellent."
My walls are still pretty bare. Have lost ball of blue sticky stuff.
Left glasses at home. Didn't realise this until I took out my contacts, then went into "Oh, shit" mode.
We have a TV in the living room with cable, VCR, a PSX, and a DVD player hooked up to it. The big stereo is right next to it. In the abode of myself and Erin, there lies another TV, VCR, and DVD player. Snoogans.
The guys next door are assholes. And loud. Fuckers. They will suffer painful deaths before the end of the year. Hell hath no fury like four chix who can't hear DDR.
Happy birthday, Sue! My computer wasn't available for your real birthday, so here is the belated happy wishes.
>^..^
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Date: 2002-09-04 07:04 pm (UTC)If you really want to torture stupid ass losers, you could do the following:
1. Leave bedroom doors open whilst cooking as soon as they're in bed. After alarms go off, shut doors before leaving the apt. so you don't get in trouble. Those things go off all the time- it was a fluke! Like Public Safety will care. AND you'll have the joy of rousing those assholes out of bed, then blaming them loudly for causing the ruckus when you get dirty looks from everyone else.
2. Duct tape their doorway so when they open their door, all they see is a sticky silver sheen.
3. Put smelly stuff in your vents; like Lindsay's old neighbors' pot, it'll float through to their place.
4. Send them invitations for a sex party- to Camp Boy's apartment.
5. Disconnect their cable.
6. Have Cooper do something horrible to them. Believe me, he knows how.
7. Make them watch that gay ass 'What is America' Peter Jennings special on ABC like I'm doing right now...fucking pitiful shit.
I'm glad the apartment is so phun. That is r0x0r. And I really hope Lewis Black actually DOES come to Rowan..so you can fuck him..and take pictures (of him)...and tell me all about it. :)
BIGGRIN!