| A chat log for you |
[Apr. 9th, 2004|12:03 am] |
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Yes, yes, it's been a long time since I've updated. And yes, this is the laziest of updates: a chat log. But I just feel that I have to share this somehow.
ForeverFlyboy = me
nothefat50 = toan
ForeverFlyboy: I need to get off my ass
ForeverFlyboy: and do laundry
ForeverFlyboy: because I smell like a turd
notthefat50: like your roommate
ForeverFlyboy: yeah
ForeverFlyboy: except my roommate has reasons for smelling like a turd
ForeverFlyboy: you know, physical activity
notthefat50: haha
ForeverFlyboy: I just smell like a turd because I fart a lot
notthefat50: FUCK
notthefat50: you just made me spew my fucking coke EVERYWHERE
ForeverFlyboy: hahaha
ForeverFlyboy: I mean, do you need a napkin?
notthefat50: obviously
notthefat50: you ass
ForeverFlyboy: fuck
ForeverFlyboy: I almost did the same thing
notthefat50: haha
ForeverFlyboy: I mean
ForeverFlyboy: did you nail ken?
notthefat50: what?
ForeverFlyboy: with your coke?
notthefat50: obvioiusly not
ForeverFlyboy: not in the sexual sense
notthefat50: hes like 15 feet from me
ForeverFlyboy: ah
ForeverFlyboy: did you just dribble it all over yourself?
notthefat50: i nailed my french book, my computer, my keyboard, my shirt and my glasses |
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| The Redskins have been avenged |
[Jan. 19th, 2004|12:39 am] |
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| |  excited | ] |
It's official. Both the Dallas Cowboys and the pathetic Eagles are out of the playoffs. Now nothing stands in the way of the New England Patriots from going all the way and starting yet another Northeastern University riot on Super Bowl Sunday.
Mwu-ha-ha-ha. It's all going according to plan... |
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| A minor victory in the war on drugs |
[Dec. 15th, 2003|01:11 pm] |
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| | happy | ] |
You know the dumbass pothead suitemate of mine? Yeah, I took his expensive glass bowl and chucked it out the window two nights ago. Obviously he doesn't know for sure that I did it, but he's been calling all his friends and asking where it is. He's pisses. So pissed, that he's resorted to punching his desk for about five minutes straight.
Mwu-ha-ha-ha-ha.
The victory didn't last long, however. He just took mommy and daddy's money and got high some other way. He came home reeking of pot and god knows what else. Blegh.
Oh well. It was nice while it lasted. I'm off now to make the damned 20 minute walk to buy a christmas present. Whee. |
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| Nice work, boys. |
[Dec. 14th, 2003|11:35 am] |
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So we got Saddam. Congrats, jolly good, well done, and all that.
I just hope he'll be able to shed some light on the WMD situation; not for Bush's sake of course, but to redeem our country as a whole in the eyes of all the other nations we stepped on due to a potential lie. Even though it would be a huge boost to Bush in a time where he needs it politically, earning back the respect of the other nations in this world should be the number one priority for ALL americans, republican or democrat. |
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| YOU SOLD ME QUEER GIRAFFES! |
[Dec. 14th, 2003|12:45 am] |
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| |  cranky | ] |
Yes, it's been forever since I've posted here...school has been totally nuts, but I'm done for the semester and I need a little bit of venting. This is a crosspost between LJ and PvP, but I hope to have more interesting LJ-only posts in the future.
A little bit of background before the point of the post:
I currently live with three other guys in an on-campus apartment. Two of the guys are really cool and we get along just fine. The other guy, who is moving out on Monday (praise Jebus), is your stereotypical pothead wigger that drives the rest of us batshit insane with his antics. He'll eat our food even when we ask him not to, he'll crank two different stereo systems AT THE SAME TIME with the most god-awful rap music in the history of the world, (side note: there are two types of rap music in my mind: somewhat ok and just plain godawful. the stuff he plays is twenty times worse than godawful) and he spends no less than four hours a day in the bathroom.
He smokes weed about 3-4 times a day, and he also has this real problem where he'll be hocking up these PAINFUL-sounding loogies for about an hour straight every single morning. Most of the time, he winds up hocking up blood, but it doesn't seem to concern him. The way the apartment is set up, he's in a room with one of my nice suitemates, and he has to deal with his moronic pot smoking technique every single day: he has a fan system where he THINKS he's blowing the pot out his window, but what happens is, the smoke goes out his window and the fan just sucks it back into the room and into the face of my nice suitemate. Not only that, but he sits right next to the heater, so it doesn't occur to him that his roommate is getting nasty potsmoke AND the cold air at the same time.
I really could go on and on about what a total douche this guy is, but thankfully he's moving out for good on monday. Trouble is, his antics are impeding the move-out of my nice roommate.
My roommate and my nice suitemate managed to acquire a broken Bed Bath & Beyond shopping cart at the beginning of the semester. The wheel lock was busted, so they had no real need for the cart anymore. The three of us would use it on a regular basis as a moveable laundry cart, while the dumbass pothead would just ignore it. Now that my roommate is moving out, he planned on using it to move his stuff from this apartment to where he'll be performing his RA duties in the spring.
But, after last night, the shopping cart has mysteriously disappeared. The suspect list is short: I slept over at a friend's place, my roommate was sick in bed with the flu, and my nice suitemate was at work until about 2-3 AM. That leaves the pothead, who had some female company over last night (first time all semester...he actually cleaned the apartment). Fast forward to this morning, and poof, the shopping cart (which was a BEAUTIFUL conversation piece in the living room) is gone. The other two guys come to me first and ask me where it was...personally, I had not noticed that it was gone. We all assume then it was dumbass pothead that took it for some weird reason. He wasn't there at the time, so we couldn't confront him. Later today, I was alone in the apartment when he came home and I asked him where it was. His eyes widened and he turned to where the cart used to be.
"Uhhhh...I don't know what you're talking about."
Helen Keller would be able to tell right away that he was lying. Of course, being the non-confrontational person that I am (aka: a pussy), I let it slide. So now the three of us are planning to confront him about it since my roommate REALLY needs it to help with his move. Of course, I don't predict much success...this guy is a total wanker, and I'm betting he already took it to add to his new Mission Hill house.
*sigh* I had great plans for that shopping cart...I was going to convert it into a mobile easy chair...but now my dreams are shattered thanks to that fucking tool.
ARRRRRRRRRRGH! |
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| Sorry for the lack of updates |
[Nov. 16th, 2003|01:12 pm] |
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| |  anxious | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Hail to the Redskins | ] |
Man, it's been busy as hell here. Work, work, and more work. I finally get a small break so I can hear about my Redskins sucking ass. |
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| Whoopdee-doo |
[Nov. 9th, 2003|10:45 am] |
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| | pissed off | ] |
For the fourth time in a week or two, there's no hot water for the shower! Hooray for University Maintenence! |
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| Hey kids! What time is it? |
[Nov. 7th, 2003|09:28 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | weird | ] |
| [ | music |
| | "Lied der Deutschen", followed by the "Horst Wessel-Lied" | ] |
"IT'S HITLER TIME!!"
That's right, kids! It's all Hitler, all the time, every Friday here at Northeastern University!
"But Unca Cid, what does that mean?"
Well kids, I'm glad you asked. Hitler Time means I get to wake up two hours earlier than usual and go to a class that's twice as long as all my other ones! After that's done, I get a quick, unhealthy bite to eat at Wendy's, and then I get to work on a huuuuuge final presentation on Nazi health care that's worth 30% of my grade!
"Ooooh! Cool!"
But that's not all! After I do some work on my presentation, I have the pleasure of writing a 10 page paper for the same class! I don't even know what the topic is yet, but I know I'm writing it today! Whoopie!
"That's not fair! College kids have all the fun. I wish we had Hitler Time in kindergarten."
So do I, Jimmy. So do I. |
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