Megan (
themegaloo) wrote2006-08-30 02:14 pm
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A few things!
Firstly, I finally remembered the other amusing story I had intended to relate yesterday:
So, for like, ALL OF LAST YEAR, including the summer, I lived on the third floor, backside of the building. Well, back as in "the side not facing campus," because if you're ON that side it would seem to be the front and all, but for simplicity's sake, I'm calling it the backside of the building
Then a few weeks ago I moved to the SECOND floor on the [relative] frontside of the SAME building. [Not sharing space with so many people so it's smaller and I like it <3 Plus my roommate? Completely fabulous. Only awkward point is the ex-boyfriend across the hall who FLEES, apparently, when he seens me. =/]
So yesterday, walking in from class, etc, so on, so forth, dullness, listening to music and then....then I realize I'm five steps from the third floor on the [relative] backside of the building!
So, naturally, I face palm and waltz around the third floor and go down the steps next to my room. I know, it's not a thrilling story in the least, but I know some people will want to taunt me with it at least!
Other Notable Happenings:
1. Look at my previous entry. Look at the number of comments [currently 167]. I have -never in my life- had that many comments to a post in my LJ. Ever. My inbox? It died. I have it going through Thunderbird, checking like, every minute, I believe for that account and I was getting comment notifications in groups of between 4 and 6 every few minutes for a while. I loved it! *amused*
2. I do solemnly swear not to call Matt adorable.
3. Does anyone know where I can find jeans with like, striped [via seams] pant legs?
4. ...brain died. I swear there was more. Why does this always happen to me?! *headdesk*
So, for like, ALL OF LAST YEAR, including the summer, I lived on the third floor, backside of the building. Well, back as in "the side not facing campus," because if you're ON that side it would seem to be the front and all, but for simplicity's sake, I'm calling it the backside of the building
Then a few weeks ago I moved to the SECOND floor on the [relative] frontside of the SAME building. [Not sharing space with so many people so it's smaller and I like it <3 Plus my roommate? Completely fabulous. Only awkward point is the ex-boyfriend across the hall who FLEES, apparently, when he seens me. =/]
So yesterday, walking in from class, etc, so on, so forth, dullness, listening to music and then....then I realize I'm five steps from the third floor on the [relative] backside of the building!
So, naturally, I face palm and waltz around the third floor and go down the steps next to my room. I know, it's not a thrilling story in the least, but I know some people will want to taunt me with it at least!
Other Notable Happenings:
1. Look at my previous entry. Look at the number of comments [currently 167]. I have -never in my life- had that many comments to a post in my LJ. Ever. My inbox? It died. I have it going through Thunderbird, checking like, every minute, I believe for that account and I was getting comment notifications in groups of between 4 and 6 every few minutes for a while. I loved it! *amused*
2. I do solemnly swear not to call Matt adorable.
3. Does anyone know where I can find jeans with like, striped [via seams] pant legs?
4. ...brain died. I swear there was more. Why does this always happen to me?! *headdesk*
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Oh yeah, of course. Because I mean, you ran out of other places to pile them, right? Do they dig into your back and make it difficult to sleep? *amused*
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Boring classes make for good naptimes. Well, the big ones where you won't be noticed at least.
I fell asleep at my [very dull but paying] job once and then snored and woke myself up. That was somewhat amusing.
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I know, if I wasn't playing games in my old classes I was attempting to sleep through them.
Haha! Didn't get caught then, I take it?
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Who wouldn't be, really?
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We have a giant plastic horse. It's mildly creepy.
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How giant? o.o
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And it's a horse-sized plastic horse. I could climb up on top of it if I wanted to. And could get up there without it falling over.
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That's...very nearly terrifying. Does it have the eyes painted in and everything? And is it facing you?
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Yes! It has eyes and everything. And the mouth can move!. Thankfully, no it doesn't face me, it's sideways in front of me, blocking my entire view of the door.
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That's terrifying! Do people ever sneak up behind it to scare you? Because I would. >D
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I think iw ould enjoy that. Breat the godamned monatany of it all, really.
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Haha, now that's sad.
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And I suppose it's because a- the shops not my employer's only source of income, and b- horse equipement is damned expensive. Make a decent sale, and the shop's getting a good sized chunk of change. So the quality of sales is what keeps it afloat.
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Well that works out nicely, then. Are you paid a lot?
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Decently. Hourly. More than minimum wage, which is $5.15/hr currently. I get $7/hr. Dunno how that matches up against your cool FUTURE time.
Oh, and did you see this (http://lilapotter.livejournal.com/195708.html) by chance? I thought you might find it amusing.
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And I did. :D I found it particularly amusing--and thanks for the compliment, by the way. If there were a manga or something about you I would be sure to check it out.
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Doesn't sound like a bad life, really. Not one I could live, both because of lack of skill in any area of that nature and lack of oppotunity. Note: small town.
More than welcome of course. And now that makes me wish there was manga or something about me. XD Though I doubt it would be interesting. Unless it were just the saga of stupid things that happen in my life. And by stupid, I mean stupid.
Maybe it will boost some of my flist into actually posting to my journal.
Speaking of. Would you mind if I friended you?
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No, I think it's all right. Sometimes I get requests from people I'd rather not deal with, but I get to pick and choose which jobs I accept so it's not too bad--unless the pickings are slim and I'm desperate, but that hasn't happened in over a year now. :D
I fail to see how a manga about me is interesting at all. I haven't done much--certainly not anything worthy of a story--and I'm not all that special. The whole idea is kind of weird.
Go ahead. :D I already friended you.
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Glad it's all going well. Being desparate isn't good. Especially if it goes hand-in-hand with being hungry.
It was a pretty all-encompassing story line. If it were possible to send to you, I would. Just for novelty's sake. Do you reckon it is?
Ah, thanks! I've done so now.
I'm about to officially get lazy on picking icons out for each comment. I think I've used almost every single one I have.
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