happy ides of march!
i was gonna blog about this awesome foxtrot cartoon from like... the last ides of march, but i can't find it, and i don't really remember it. but it was funny! i promise!
ok, i had something else typed, but matt's keyboard is possessed, and randomly started just... typing 1's, all by itself. and i tried to delete them, and they just kept coming! omg. that reminds me... when i was in like junior high my cousin patrick and i would always be like "attack of the x's!" or something to that effect... and we'd like, send three ims of "xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx" (only like, times 100) and we'd be all "Aaaah! the x's!" i had completely forgot about that until now, but i remember being VASTLY amused by it. hopefully patrick will comment and refresh my memory, because i really only have a vague recollection of the hilarity that was me and patrick. oh WAIT! maybe that wasn't me and patrick, maybe that was me and emily, and it's definitely wasn't the x's, it was the w's! oh my god, i cannot remember anything more, except that it was HILARIOUS.
matt is being a grumpy bunny because he got up late, through no fault of mine. i woke him up multiple times, as did his alarm clock. and, i've been sitting at the computer for a good two hours now, and his phone's rang at least once. he doesn't believe any of this, but i tell you all, i am right, and he is wrong. he's also being really whiney, so i yelled at him and told him to go take a shower. (actually, i think that would be more accuratly described as... he tried to pat me on the head, and i whipped him with a blanket and told him to stop reading over my shoulder and take a shower. then he left for the shower, and i yelled at him again when he came back for a towel. you don't DESERVE towels!)
ok, i just asked my cousin emily, and it was in fact, the W's, and also the @'s. and, i really can't tell you much more, except that we would rapid fire send entire ims of just @'s or W's.... and that we did it all the time, and that BOTH of us were just laughing about it. i really don't know *why* we did this... oh well, we're now reminiscing. man, we were hilarious. i'm pretty sure we still are, actually.
so, matt's supposed to leave for wisconsin this afternoon at some point, but he has all this crap to do, and he has to change heff's oil. and, he's been hitting the snooze button for like two hours, while i yell at him from across the room at the computer. because the alarm is SO FREAKEN LOUD. i'm not even sleeping, and it wakes me up every time it goes off (actually, i jump everytime it's gone off. and matt just lays in bed. and i have to throw something in that general direction, and be like TURN OFF THE ALARM. which he does. then goes back to sleep. grrr.)
i'll quit bitching. i'm sorry. it's just that i've been trying to read and type and stuff for two hours, and every twenty minutes or so, i get the crap scared out of me. and i'm so over that.
stupid smart ftp is being stupid. i hate that program, smart ftp my ASS.
also, blogger, you make me want to die. WORK dammit!!
ok, i had something else typed, but matt's keyboard is possessed, and randomly started just... typing 1's, all by itself. and i tried to delete them, and they just kept coming! omg. that reminds me... when i was in like junior high my cousin patrick and i would always be like "attack of the x's!" or something to that effect... and we'd like, send three ims of "xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx" (only like, times 100) and we'd be all "Aaaah! the x's!" i had completely forgot about that until now, but i remember being VASTLY amused by it. hopefully patrick will comment and refresh my memory, because i really only have a vague recollection of the hilarity that was me and patrick. oh WAIT! maybe that wasn't me and patrick, maybe that was me and emily, and it's definitely wasn't the x's, it was the w's! oh my god, i cannot remember anything more, except that it was HILARIOUS.
matt is being a grumpy bunny because he got up late, through no fault of mine. i woke him up multiple times, as did his alarm clock. and, i've been sitting at the computer for a good two hours now, and his phone's rang at least once. he doesn't believe any of this, but i tell you all, i am right, and he is wrong. he's also being really whiney, so i yelled at him and told him to go take a shower. (actually, i think that would be more accuratly described as... he tried to pat me on the head, and i whipped him with a blanket and told him to stop reading over my shoulder and take a shower. then he left for the shower, and i yelled at him again when he came back for a towel. you don't DESERVE towels!)
ok, i just asked my cousin emily, and it was in fact, the W's, and also the @'s. and, i really can't tell you much more, except that we would rapid fire send entire ims of just @'s or W's.... and that we did it all the time, and that BOTH of us were just laughing about it. i really don't know *why* we did this... oh well, we're now reminiscing. man, we were hilarious. i'm pretty sure we still are, actually.
so, matt's supposed to leave for wisconsin this afternoon at some point, but he has all this crap to do, and he has to change heff's oil. and, he's been hitting the snooze button for like two hours, while i yell at him from across the room at the computer. because the alarm is SO FREAKEN LOUD. i'm not even sleeping, and it wakes me up every time it goes off (actually, i jump everytime it's gone off. and matt just lays in bed. and i have to throw something in that general direction, and be like TURN OFF THE ALARM. which he does. then goes back to sleep. grrr.)
i'll quit bitching. i'm sorry. it's just that i've been trying to read and type and stuff for two hours, and every twenty minutes or so, i get the crap scared out of me. and i'm so over that.
stupid smart ftp is being stupid. i hate that program, smart ftp my ASS.
also, blogger, you make me want to die. WORK dammit!!
posted by megan at 11:45 AM
1 Comments:
I posted this comment already on your LJ but felt it necessary to defend my honor on both blogs, so that people won't think that I'm weak. *roars menacingly*
I still think you made the entire thing up. What is more likely is that I was lying in bed, and you went and set the alarm for a later time just so that you could be amused by me being all flustered and worried about getting shit done and getting to Madison on time. Besides, you KNOW that EVEN IF (and that's a big if) the things you said are true (which they probably aren't), I am an EXTREMELY heavy sleeper so it's NOT MY FAULT I was born with a genetic disposition to not wake up... it's my parents'. Besides, you wouldn't snuggle with me the one time I tried to snuggle with you after you had made several attempts to snuggle with me that ended in my growling/grumbling and rolling away, as well as stealing your blankets. I also have a disease that makes me mean while sleeping when grumpy, so the fault for that one is totally yours.
Post a Comment
<< Home