|in the proverbial hizzouse
||[May. 5th, 2004|11:06 pm]
Here be the crazies
|||||robert plant has not aged well||]|
im feeling the heat from Ye Olde Roommate for not contributing to this community. i am overwhelmed with guilt and shame for not holding up my end of the hot air and banter. but in my defense, ive been doing actual collegiate things, like sitting on the quad and writing papers. did you know collegiate rhymes with shit? pardon my fu-rench, but it had to be said.
the girls in the room above ours, Spock 429, are either currently A)hosting cirque du soliel in their room B)raising caribou under their beds or C)mating. at any rate, they keep banging on the floor like riverdance under the influence of LSD. kre just picked up her chair and threatened to bang it against the ceiling. i told her violence was wrong, then noticed how fun it looked, grabbed the chair from her, and banged it against the ceiling. and if the cirque du soliel girls dont like it, they can kiss my Terrific Irish Arse.
this next thang was posted in my regular live journal as well, so im sorry for those of you who have to read my whinery twice. but i thought it would emphasize, for the good people of crazy gonuts, the trials and tribulations of being me.
Scottbert85: I'm bored!
SuperSuavo85: write my paper biotch!
SuperSuavo85: complain not of your boredom!
SuperSuavo85: im up to my fibulas in work
SuperSuavo85: u should have it so good
Scottbert85: My Paper Biotch.
Scottbert85: There, I wrote it,
Scottbert85: Isn't my handwriting neat?
SuperSuavo85: oh u cheeky cheeky tart
there we are then. i hath contributed to society. yay for me!