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[Aug. 7th, 2008|08:27 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  giggly | ] |
| [ | music |
| | I Still Remember, Bloc Party | ] |
Thomas: What's the last thing you remember? Was it more than three seconds ago?
Nora: Sorry?
-Mmaster |
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[May. 22nd, 2008|10:03 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  amused | ] |
"If I had a choice between diabetes and cancer, I'd choose diabetes!" -Nora
-Mmaster
EDIT:
Thomas: So, speaking of paedophilia...
Noah: I'll be back in a minute! |
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| Saturday morning randomness. |
[Apr. 12th, 2008|08:58 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  hungry | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Strange, The Feeling | ] |
From Thursday night:
Nora: I hate you all and you're all gonna die a slow and painful death.
Everyone: ...
Nora: Who changed the Wiki pictures?!?
Mm: Well, I updated it with the new exec list, but I didn't bother uploading new pictures...
Nora: Someone uploaded that picture Thomas did, Photoshopping my face onto a penguin's body!
Mm: Well, why don't you look at the change history and figure out who uploaded it?
Nora: I'm fairly sure I know, and he's going to die a slow and painful death.
Liz: Ooh, that's up? I'd better steal it!
Nora: I'm hoping to go to Hobart. That should be fun.
Mm: Why?
Nora: For work. See, it's on a different island, so it's more exciting than, like, Melbourne.
Liz: But there's nothing in Hobart! ...Except penguins.
Everyone except Nora: ... *bursts out laughing*
Liz: Oh! I didn't mean...
If anyone likes The Lucksmiths (not that I'm really expecting people to know who they are), they're doing a show next Friday at the Hopetoun Hotel in Surry Hills. I'm dragging Chris along, but the more the merrier I guess. They told me tickets are $10 when I called up and asked, but the website now says $12. Whichever, it's hardly bank breaking.
My parents will be away for a few weeks from late June onwards. Terrific. Sounds like some more time where the only reason I head home is to feed the dog. Joy.
Anyway, I'm getting hungry, and I can't remember the content I actually wanted to post (probably more quotes from Thursday), so I tihnk I'll stop now. If I remember them, I'll add them in an edit down the bottom.
-Mmaster |
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| Sunday evening randomness. |
[Mar. 2nd, 2008|11:21 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  overwhelmed | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Secret Crowds, Angels & Airwaves | ] |
I bought a new phone! A Nokia 6131. Same number, but hopefully this one won't cut out randomly in the middle of calls. It also has Bluetooth connectivity, so I theoretically (hopefully) can back it up to Bianca occasionally.
Does anyone know of any new treatments they're performing on fabric? Chris bought some shirts the other week, and they all smell like photo developer (even after being washed). I got some new jeans, and they also smell like photo developer - though I haven't put them through the wash yet. I can't imagine it's healthy, though.
A conversation from Thursday, that I meant to note down but it got away from me:
Brian: Justin, I need you to write out your full name and student number for me again. I lost the last copy.
Justin: I can do that. In fact, if you've got pen and paper, I could do so right now.
Thomas: No, I think it should be written on his arm; along with your phone number. In lipstick.
Nora: Why is everyone looking at me?
Thomas: Well, I don't think they *indicate the boys* have any lipstick, and I know she *points to Mm* doesn't. You're the best bet.
Nora: ...
Mm: I win! :D!
My IEView FireFox extension is having fits. For no reason that I can discern. Argh!
It's getting to the point where most emails that I receive bring me marginally closer to homicide. This worries me. What the Hell am I supposed to do about your problems? (Maybe I just need a holiday; not that that's likely in the immediate future.)
This is my week, from yesterday to next Friday.
Saturday: Ella's birthday party
Sunday: Visiting Chris
Monday: Work, then the Clubs Meeting
Tuesday: Work, then the CompSoc / ACS event
Wednesday: Work, then (probably) visiting EGG
Thursday: Work, then ProgSoc
Friday: Collapse, then comedy with Dedney and co.
...Sleep?
Now, I have work in the morning, so it's bed time, I guess. Gah!
-Mmaster |
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| Getting home at 2am then waking up at 7:45 is less than desired, but I should have expected it. |
[Feb. 22nd, 2008|07:48 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | cheerful | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The Funky Gibbon, Jade MacRae | ] |
Chris was in rare form last night.
Thomas: Where's my harem, Nora? I left it with you!
Nora: ...No, no, I'm pretty sure you didn't.
Thomas: Yes, I did! Back in Ancient Egypt!
Nora: Then you couldn't have left it with me. Penguins don't live that long. Neither do humans, so whichever way you see me...
Thomas: Well, I left it in the care of the F------- family, but now I want to collect it back.
Nora: You can't have done that! My family only goes back four generations!
Thomas: Well, naturally, but I'm using the modern naming scheme?
Chris: ..."Harem"?
Mm: Chris doesn't know what a harem means...
Thomas: Nora, explain it to him.
Nora: In Ancient Egypt, kings had lots and lots of wives. The wives were called the 'harem'.
Thomas: Not only wives.
Nora: Yeah, there were men as well.
Thomas: No, no men in a harem.
Nora: Well, eunuchs.
Chris: UNIX?
*Thomas facepalms
Nora: A eunuch is a guy who has his genetalia cut off, so that he has no sexual urges. So he looks after the harem, without feeling any desire to sleep with them.
Chris: ...Oh...
Thomas: So, anyway, Nora. My harem, please? Or at least their descendants?
Mm: Yeah, I was going to say...
Thomas: Hey, the original one wouldn't be too bad either; they should have been properly entombed in a nice pyramid, with all their riches. ...Or did you spend it all?
Nora: ...No, no I didn't.
And Thomas will probably scold me for getting the quotes wrong again, but whichever. Also, Chris said something even more facepalm inducing earlier in the evening, I believe, but it escapes me.
-Mmaster
PS: Is it sad that I installed Opera on Bianca, solely so I could have an environment available to sign in to my own DJ using OpenID? Signs point to "Yes". But it means that I can let people read the friends-locked posts on my screen, without being able to read the private-locked posts. Sortof handy, since if I lock anything, there's a good reason for it. And I don't have to log out then log back in to do so. |
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[Dec. 6th, 2007|07:57 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | giggly | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Miss Delaney, Jack's Mannequin | ] |
*Thomas has Nora in an armlock
Chris: Is that, like, bondage?
Everyone else: ...
Chris: Is that not what bondage is?
Mm and Nora: Chris! No!
Chris: Oh.
Thomas: Yeah, I think you'll want to look it up in a dictionary. Don't look it up on Google and hit I'm Feeling Lucky.
Nora: Now I want to know what his definition is...
Chris: Well, when Will was tying me up, he said something about bondage...?
Thomas: ..."Tying you up"...? Margaret, are you jealous of this "Will" person?
Mm: ...
...Thomas says I should be referring to it as a "winglock".
Nora: So I'm an oily dying penguin.
Thomas: Margaret, I think Nora wants me to oil her up...
*Nora whines
Nora: There's no such thing as Thomas... There's no such thing as Thomas...
Nora: You're lucky I'm wearing a shortish skirt today.
Thomas: Why? I might get to see your ankle?
Nora: There's no such thing as men. There's no such thing as men.
*Mm starts typing
Nora: What have I done now?
*Nora has put her hand in the freezer
Nora: I can't feel my hand!
Thomas: That's because you don't have a hand; it's a wing!
*Nora is attempting to choke Thomas
Nora: Stop coughing! I can't kill you when you're coughing!
Thomas: There's no such thing as penguins... There's no such thing as penguins... See? It doesn't work!
-Mmaster
EDIT: I knew I'd mentioned Will tying up Chris! Admittedly, it was only half a sentence on this entry... But it was mentioned, nonetheless. |
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| I feel like throwing up. Is that a bad sign? |
[Oct. 11th, 2007|11:30 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  queasy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Something To Do With My Hands, Her Space Holiday | ] |
Brinton: We need to get some sheet metal.
Chris: What'd he just say?
Mm: "Sheet metal". Why? What did you think he said?
Chris: "Sheep metal". And I was wondering what kind of music he listened to...
Leefe: I couldn't remember if your name was "Nora" or "Nara".
Mm: "Nora". She eats people.
Nora: Y'know, some day I'm going to kill you all...
Mm: And eat us?
Nora: No. I think Thomas is the one that eats people.
Thomas: Chris, did you spike your own drink?
Chris: How is that even possible?
Thomas: You get a pill. You drop it in the bottle. Then you forget it's there, because of your three second memory.
Chris: I don't need a pill to have a three second memory.
Thomas: So you did, then.
Chris: ...
Thomas: Are you planning on date raping yourself, Chris?
Chris: ... ... ...No comment.
Nora: Thomas, you're horrible. Chris, when the question is like that, the correct answer is never "No comment".
Thomas: Are you sure your drink wasn't spiked, Chris? What colour am I?
Chris: Bright pink!
Mm: Now he's turning bright pink!
Thomas: So are you.
Mm: But I'm always bright pink.
Nora: I think Thomas needs a hug.
Mm: Are you volunteering?
Nora: No!
Chris: Maybe we could get him a bear. Thomas, what kind of bear do you like?
Mm: My hair looks like it had a fight with a curling iron - and the curling iron won.
Sleeping patterns stuffed. Way behind on work. Stressed as Hell. Whee...
-Mmaster |
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| You walked for miles down the shores of California to the coast of Mexico, where you could hide... |
[Oct. 3rd, 2007|11:26 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | amused | ] |
| [ | music |
| | You Can Breathe, Jack's Mannequin (stuck in my head) | ] |
Thomas: Margaret, next time you see Nora, tell her she's a penguin. Tell all your friends to tell her she's a penguin, as well.
Mm: Why are you trying to make her life Hell?
Thomas: You say that like "Making life Hell" is an unusual occurence for me. For you, I can laugh at how easy your assignments are. But I don't know what her assignments are this semester. So, will you do it?
Mm: ...Possibly. If I happen to think of it. Which isn't too likely.
Thomas: What would it take to remind you?
Mm: ...
*Thomas smirks
Somewhat later, Chris rushes in, picks up a Coke, prepares to leave again.
Thomas: Chris, next time you see Nora, tell her that she's a penguin.
Chris: *absentmindedly memorising* "Tell Nora she's a penguin."
Thomas: And tell all your friends to tell her, as well.
Chris: "And spread the word." Bye!
*Chris leaves
*Mm shakes head
Thomas: What?
Mm: Oh, I was just comparing the reactions between myself and Chris, to the same set of instructions.
Thomas: Chris is currently too busy to actually process what I've just told him. He'll think back on it, later, and say "Yeah, that could be fun." You, on the other hand...
*Thomas is leaving
Thomas: Remember, make sure to tell her she's a penguin.
Mm: I'll think about it.
Thomas: Come on, you know you want to. It'll be fun! The look on her... Do penguins have faces? Beak!
*Mm shakes head
*Thomas leaves
And now? I should have been in bed an hour ago, and I have to get up in seven hours to go to class tomorrow morning. So I guess I should crash. Bye.
-Mmaster |
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[Aug. 17th, 2007|05:27 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | amused | ] |
"Now, unfortunately, I know what colour underwear you're wearing, but not what your name is..." -Nora to some guy
-Mmaster |
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| Okay, I may have had just a little too much Coke... |
[Jun. 28th, 2007|10:23 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  hyper | ] |
| [ | music |
| | I'm Dying Tomorrow, Alkaline Trio | ] |
Before I start the quotes, I should give you an explanation that will be background to several of them:
For those of you that remember, Thomas, in a fit of boredom, created Mm.exe. And later, at Chris' request, Nora.exe. (Both of which are still available here, if you have a machine that will run them.)
So, since it was Chris' idea to have Nora.exe, Nora and I decided that we should have a Chris.exe in retaliation. We tossed around several ideas: one that 'umm's and 'ahh's, and occasionally throws out some quote that I've collected from him. Eventually we simplified it: when triggered, it throws out this expression:
'[Random noun]'? Is that some kind of '[Different random noun]'?
...'Course, we haven't got around to building it, thus far. But Thomas searched up a random word generator, and we spent some time tossing examples to each other. "List" refers to either words taken from the generator, or phrases constructed from words from the generator.
I then wrote a sample algorithm on the board. Which included a very lazy 0.
Onwards!
Mm: How are those servers working?
Thomas: I set them up, and they're working perfectly.
Mm: So you haven't let Chris near them, then...
Thomas: I let him fondle the rack briefly....
*Mm cracks up. Chris looks confused.
List: Mnemonic, is that a kind of encouragement?
Mm: But it works better the other way...
List: Language, is that a kind of breeding?
Mm: Works better the other way, again.
Thomas: Breeding! It's the international language!
List: Footlocker, is that a type of rating?
Mm from List: Synonym!
*Mm giggles manically
James: ...Sometimes I worry about you, Margaret.
Thomas: Only sometimes?
James: Yeah, not all the time.
Thomas: Those times are called "sleeping"?
*DCom examines the lazy 0
DCom: It's a fat theta, lying on its side... It's a drunk theta! "Hey! Did I tell you about that time I went out on the town, just Theta and me? Oh, what a night that was..."
Nora: Hey, do you know what I did to my uncle?
Thomas: You killed him?
Nora: No, the other one.
*Thomas and Nora are leaving
Thomas: See you tomorrow. Oh, and Margaret? If you're still here at six o'clock tomorrow morning, I will not be impressed. Go home tonight.
*Mm salutes
*giggles* ...And now, at Thomas' command, I'm going home.
-Mmaster |
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| Your loyalties are divided between digital and vinyl; but I'm biding time till the Cassingle revival |
[Jun. 14th, 2007|09:04 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | amused | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The Cassingle Revival by The Lucksmiths in my head | ] |
At Thomas' request:
*Thomas is tormenting Nora with a jelly snake
Thomas: Hold still.
*He sticks the snake onto the pin on her headscarf
*Nora rips it off
Thomas: Why'd you do that? With just a little effort, you could have a snake there permanently!
Mm: Yeah! She'd be like Medusa! Only sugarier!
:D.
-Mmaster
EDIT: Another one I meant to add from earlier in the evening:
Mm: What's the difference between a bird with one wing and a bird with two wings?
Thomas: The number of wings you can eat?
Mm: It's a matter of a pinion.
Thomas: Margaret, come here. Keep thinking about that joke. I want to kill whichever brain cell was responsible.
*Thomas raps Mm on the head
Thomas: There. Got it.
Nora: ...What?
EDIT (2): Also:
*Thomas makes some form of depressing comment
Nora: You're such a positive person, Thomas.
Mm: Of course he's positive. Have you ever seen him uncertain? |
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| Mm is sleeeepy... |
[May. 31st, 2007|09:02 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  sleepy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | "Build God Then We'll Talk" by Panic At The Disco in my head | ] |
Rar.
The DSPP assignment was completed and submitted, as of around one o'clock this afternoon. Thanks are directed to Thomas (for the sample code) and my father (for spotting logic errors).
The Database Fundamentals assignment is due by 9:30 tomorrow morning. It's completed, but I can't submit it till I have not only Part C but also Parts A and B. Which are on Justin's USB key, and he hasn't responded to my email, SMS, or phonecall. Sigh...
I should be studying for the Network Servers exam, but right now I just wish to curl up in a ball and sleep. Not as dramatically as before dinner (I can't figure out if it was the walk over, the food, or the cola, though I'm betting somewhat on the latter), but still sleepy.
It's ProgSoc night, but everyone else has abandoned me, so I'm probably going to stay another half hour or so then go home to crash. Going to bed before eleven's a novelty I haven't experienced much of late.
*dozes on the couch*
-Mmaster
PS: Almost forgot to tell you: Thomas was tormenting Nora by suggesting she had a foot fetish. She was literally speechless. And New!James was desperately trying to pretend the conversation was not occurring, which was almost more amusing than the other. |
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| My therapist said not to see you no more: she said you're like a disease without any cure... |
[May. 3rd, 2007|02:28 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  blah | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Born Of Frustraion, James | ] |
I'm feeling exhausted (or possibly just apathetic), and it's only 2:30.
I got to the ProgSoc room this morning, to discover someone had defaced one of the signs on the door. I scribbled over the writing, and added a Postit-Note comment saying "Someone thought they were clever *eyeroll*".
I picked up my Network Servers stuff, and went to the tech desk to ask for my NS disks. "Sorry, the class has taken the other disk." Sigh. One working Linux disk, and one non-operational Windows disk - and most of what I needed to do was on Windows... I grabbed Tristian to act as a client.
I headed down to the labs. When I found some suitable machines, I called my father to tell him where I was. He headed over and attempted to help; but we didn't really accomplish much. In the thirty minutes, I think I burst into tears about five times, and spent most of the time muttering "I don't know I don't know I don't know" under my breath or out loud. Except for a brief "Why the Hell did I let you force me to do this subject?" explosion.
...I really hate Network Servers.
After we gave up, I sat in the CompSoc room for a while trying to regain my composure, before turning on Tristian and tinkering on the 'net.
Chris and Thomas swung past for lunch, along with Nora, James, and Brian. At the end, they all (with the exception of Brian) left together: Chris and Thomas back to work, Nora and James to CeBIT. I should go and see what CeBIT's got going this time, but I really can't be bothered. *shrugs*
And to top it all off, the webcam's being stalkery. Rar. *redirects it again*
It's ProgSoc tonight. I'm hoping that that will improve my mood a little. Or possibly that the can of Coke I just finished will have the same effect.
-Mmaster |
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| About that thing that I can't spell, and other stuff. Yes, really. |
[Apr. 30th, 2007|11:10 pm] |
| [Tags | | | amusement!, chat log, hee!, hyper!!!, laugh at dedney, laugh at hailey, laugh at mm, laugh at nora, mm shouldn't be allowed coke, rambling, randomness | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | amused | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Make It Right, New Found Glory | ] |
About this entry.
( Conversation with Nora, and Dedney, and Hailey. )
...And on that note, I'm going to crash. 'Night.
-Mmaster |
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[Apr. 24th, 2007|05:24 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | amused | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Lose Control, James | ] |
Nora: I count socks as underwear.
Mm: ...
Nora: Underwear, lingerie...
Mm: ...
Nora: Not underpants, underwear!
Mm: ...
Nora: Oh, God. Someone's going to walk past the door now, and hear me talking about underwear.
-Mmaster |
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[Apr. 6th, 2007|10:32 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | sick | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Love Is Everywhere, The Whitlams | ] |
Thomas: A sunrise porn movie shoot? Sounds like fun.
Nora: ...Or I could kill you all, instead.
James: Well, it'd make an interesting climax...
Mm: ... ... ... ...I'm not talking to you any more.
James: Okay.
Shoulder Angel says: *prods*
Hailey says: *prods back with tissue boxes and strepsils* (am I close?)
Shoulder Angel says: Something like that
Hailey says: how are you other than general cruddiness of health?
Shoulder Angel says: I've tried to watch two different movies thus far, and turned them both off
Shoulder Angel says: I'm tempted to send parents to the video store and hire out either Buffy or Dawson's Creek.
Hailey says: yay for Buffy and shame on you for dawson's creek...apart from the first season :P
Shoulder Angel says: Heh
Shoulder Angel says: I don't actually remember if DC is any good
Shoulder Angel says: Hence the desire to hire it out and re-discover it.
Hailey says: I see
Hailey says: what movies have you given up with?
Shoulder Angel says: Labyrinth and A Cinderella Story. A Cinderella Story is only really good if you've got other people, and what's'erface's whining in Labyrinth was annoying me
Hailey says: I still haven't seen Labyrinth
Shoulder Angel says: It's quite good
Hailey says: as I've heard...besides...Bowie :D
Shoulder Angel says: But the main character spends a lot of time whining that "It isn't fair!", at least early in the film
Shoulder Angel says: If you say so. He doesn't really interest me.
Hailey says: I like my glam rock
Hailey says: or at least people who dress up
Shoulder Angel says: *One eyebrow raised*
Shoulder Angel says: Told Dedney that one? :P
Hailey says: *giggles*
Hailey says: that has the potential to be oh so wrong. No glitter and tight pants for David.
Shoulder Angel says: Which David? :P
Hailey says: ...damn you :P
Shoulder Angel says: (A)
-Mmaster |
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| BUBBLES! |
[Dec. 12th, 2006|09:51 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | effervescent | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Kate Kelly, The Whitlams | ] |
Nora: The elephant is the only animal that can't jump.
Hagan: What about the snail?
Nora: A snail isn't an animal! It's an insect!
Ben: Yeah, and it communicates by sonar!
:D!
-Mmaster
EDIT: Slight clarification (Since, for once, I want people to actually be looking from the correct angle - and I've had about three people miss my point :P):
The trivia question which prompted the conversation asked "Which is the only mammal that can't jump?". Nora generalised. As Hagan demonstrated, she generalised incorrectly. There was also some discussion as to whether whales were capable of jumping. |
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| IKEA, just some oak and some pine and a handful of norsemen... |
[Nov. 17th, 2006|05:45 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | babbly | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Kenesaw Mountain Landis, Jonathan Coulton | ] |
...Heh. I can make puns with the worst of them.
.--------------------------------------------------------------------.
| Session Start: Wednesday, 15 November 2006 |
| Participants: |
| Shoulder Angel |
| Stevie |
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[09:23:11 PM] Stevie: angles fly
[09:23:40 PM] Shoulder Angel: I'm obtuse?
[09:24:15 PM] Stevie: no
[09:24:45 PM] Stevie: but you get waht i mean
[09:24:45 PM] Stevie: but still doing differential crap on rotating crap sucks
[09:25:08 PM] Shoulder Angel: Heh
[09:25:38 PM] Shoulder Angel: At least I didn't go with the other potential punchline
[09:25:56 PM] Stevie: such as?
[09:26:27 PM] Shoulder Angel: "I'm a cute what?"
[09:26:58 PM] Stevie: oh thats bad
[09:27:11 PM] Shoulder Angel: Warned you.
[09:27:34 PM] Shoulder Angel: Anyway, you're the cute one.
[09:27:34 PM] Stevie: no you didnt, you baited me on
[09:27:46 PM] Stevie: its like showing me somehting then taking it away real fast
[09:27:47 PM] Stevie: HEY!
[09:27:54 PM] Stevie: wait i have a flower in my pic
[09:27:55 PM] Stevie: hold on
[09:28:00 PM] * Stevie changes his icon to a picture of his teddy bear, Snowy
[09:28:07 PM] Stevie: much better
[09:29:27 PM] Shoulder Angel: ...And this is disproving my statement how?
[09:29:29 PM] Shoulder Angel: :P
[09:30:10 PM] Stevie: it just does
[09:30:23 PM] Shoulder Angel: No, actually, it makes you cuter. :P
[09:30:45 PM] Shoulder Angel: Remember what Abby said when you said you were knitting the scarf for him?
[09:30:53 PM] Stevie: no
[09:31:00 PM] Stevie: please enlighten me
[09:31:00 PM] Stevie: :P
[09:31:11 PM] Shoulder Angel: "That's the cutest thing I've ever heard."
[09:32:23 PM] Stevie: :P
[09:32:30 PM] Shoulder Angel: (A)
[09:32:35 PM] Stevie: (6)
[09:32:46 PM] Shoulder Angel: *One eyebrow raised*
[09:33:00 PM] Stevie: ...(A) nothing :P
[09:33:23 PM] Shoulder Angel: Heh
[09:48:44 PM] Stevie: ok
[09:48:44 PM] Stevie: ngiht
[09:48:54 PM] Shoulder Angel: Sleep better than me.
[09:48:59 PM] Stevie: i ahve to wake up again for test
[09:48:59 PM] Stevie: cyas
[09:49:07 PM] Shoulder Angel: So do I :P
[09:49:15 PM] Stevie: oh
[09:49:16 PM] Stevie: gl then
[09:49:23 PM] Shoulder Angel: You too
[09:49:26 PM] * Stevie is now Offline
And Butters is fast on the uptake:
* Mm shows Chris her Google calendar, to identify when a couple of club events are on
Chris: Why is Nora's birthday thing on there twice?
Mm: Well, one is the 'all day event', which is a stripe of colour (and hence is easier to read); the other is the actual time.
Chris: No, I meant, why is there one on Friday and one on Sunday?
Mm: ... ... ... Because one's her birthday, and the other's her birthday party.
Chris: ...Oh. *Goes back to napping on the ProgSoc couch*
And Thomas likes teasing people:
* Nora, Thomas, Mm, and some friend of Nora's [who's name has curently escaped me] are sitting around in the couches on the Concourse
* Thomas suddenly gets up and walks over to some random and talks to them briefly
* Thomas returns, and starts waggling a jelly snake in front of Nora's face
Thomas: Here, Nora! Grab the jelly snake!
Nora: Wait, did you explain this to him?
Thomas: Of course.
Nora: I really hate you...
I ran into Roland at KMart today. We chatted for a bit. He was delighted that I was wearing the necklace he gave me. *shakes head*
It's Nora's birthday party this evening. I have to leave in half an hour or so to get to it. I think I'll play Adventure Quest until then. Those massively-expensive suits of armour don't just buy themselves, y'know.
-Mmaster |
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| A sense of heat that I couldn't bear to touch; it's not your fault so please stop your crying now... |
[Sep. 29th, 2006|12:10 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | amused | ] |
| [ | music |
| | On My Mind, New Found Glory | ] |
Snippet from an MSN conversation last night that sortof typifies yesterday...
nora says: I love you Thomas
Liz says: ???
SanguineV says: You're over quota.
Shoulder Angel says: That's tough, he only loves me :P
SanguineV says: But you can love Nora Margaret. Complete a sordid circle of unrequited love.
Stevie said that it was funnier without the context, but if you want it...
Nora tells Thomas that she hates him so often that he's started giving her a quota of how often she was allowed to say it per day. So she started telling him she loves him instead. He claims that both qualify.
The other day, he told her to send me a message saying "I love you". So the message she sent read "Thomas loves you"...
And in other, vaguely related news, CK is weird.
CK: We have popcorn!
Mm: That's nice.
CK: Do you ever sound impressed about anything? It doesn't really give you a good reputation...
Mm: ... ... ...What's my reputation at the moment?
CK: I dunno, something, what's the word? 'Noir'? Like nothing's ever good enough for you.
Mm: ... [I'm trying to process this interpretation, which isn't how I see the world at all, and I wouldn't have thought it would be the impression I convey either - though I may be wrong] ... ...You're weird.
I bought New Found Glory's Coming Home!
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Nora: You're burning trees made out of sand!
Thomas: I'm not burning trees made out of sand! What planet are you from?
Nora: You are burning trees made out of sand, because it's the sand game.
Thomas: Yes, it's the "sand game" because it has sand in it!
We have deep and meaningful arguments, can't you tell?
-Mmaster |
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