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A Day in the Life of Me by Letters
The events in this story took place from roughly 12 A.M. Central Standard Time of Friday, October 15, 2004, to the time of this post.
Disclaimer: I am not to be held responsible for any detrimental or positive effects this post has on anyone or anything.
So I was sitting at my crappy desk that doesn't have a little pull-out thing for my keyboard (I have a keyboard sitting in front of my laptop... which also has a keyboard.) at about midnight last night what I do a lot of nights... posting on halflife2.net and listening to loud, angry music. Well, that's not all I was doing... I was also watching some video of Everquest II that had hobbit rip-offs in it and sucked big time and chatting about the Cold War over AOL Instant Messenger.
Then, something to came to my... attention. Australia has zee nuke you lar missiles! Now, being the skittish person that I am, I became freaked out and immediately bolted out of the small box that I live in to visit an ATM machine roughly 0.5 miles away to get money for plane tickets to go to Australia to take the missiles away and to hit some people over the head with them while I was there.
At the ATM machine, I actually had to wait for someone... that's never happened before. They ended up taking a long time and kept saying how their stuff wouldn't fit in the hole. That's sick. So I said, "Hurry up, newbie." He gave some sort of agitated-bitch look that offended me, but he did move his ass outa the way finally. I bunged my card into the machine and got my money. Now, I just needed an airport.
Being that the only airport I know the location of is 100 miles away... I had go back to my box to get my lock-picking tools so I could steal a car to get there. I pick out a nice Jeep Cherokee for sentimental reasons and head off to Kansas City International Airport.
I arrive at 2:30 A.M.
I tried explaining to the ticket lady about the nukes, but all I got was that agitated bitch-look again, so I just bought the tickets... of course, there was no direct flight to Australia... I would have to first go to some place named San Diego first.
Now, here's were things started to go horribly wrong... and I really wish they hadn't... I'm trying to do the world some good here! Australians with nukes is NOT something that I would consider safe! Anyway, I was talking about nukes to my new friend, Vinnie, on the plane, and the next thing I know some hot stewardess is trying to get me to join some ****in' cult called the "Mile-High Club"... ****in' loonies...
Stewardess: "Ever joined the Mile-High club?" :naughty:
Letters: "LOL, YOU ARE WEIRDO FIRE ZEE MISSILES!"
Stewardess gets agitated bitch-look and runs toward the front of the plane...
Next thing I know, I'm surrounded by people in police uniforms and trenchcoats... and they keep poking my ribs... and, it turns out, I was back in Kansas City! ****in' newbs! Alas, they gave me a spanking and threw me and my sore ribs out. The time? 5:00 A.M.
Having failed at getting to the Land of Brian Damage (I'm fairly certain Australia consists mainly of kangaroos and Brian Damage, whom I assume is their monarch, but probably has no idea that his subjects have nukes.), I decide I had better get back to school because I have class!
I arrive back home at 7:00 A.M.
My first class of the day was Ethics... not the usual big class with a lecture... but a small group with a teaching assisant. Anyway, he decides to give us this quiz on something I was supposed to have read... but I was too busy trying to free the world of Australian nuke-owners to get around to...
T.A.: Yadda yadda yadda...
Letters: "What the **** is this, newb?"
T.A. picks up my piece of notebook paper and stuffs it in his mouth and makes weird animal noises...
Next class was English where the only thing we did was talk about the most recent presidential debate... not going to go into it...
Almost done? Yes, but not quite.
I entered the building where I live as usual, but on the way back to my small box, I run into this gal at the elevators, which, sadly, are on the way to my small box... I'll call her "Sarah" for the sake of this story...
Sarah: "Why didn't you come up to my room to study for Anthropology Wednesday night?"
Letters: "I was too busy posting on halflife2.net!"
Sarah: "What i---"
Letters: "AAAAAND THAT'S WHAT I'M GOING TO GO DO NOW TOO!"
Sarah: "Well, why d----"
Letters: "HALF"
Sarah: "Would you ju----"
Letters: "LIFE"
Sarah: "Hey, sto---"
Letters: "TWO"
Sarah: *animal sounds*
Letters: "DOT"
Sarah: "I hate---"
Letters: "NET"
Letters proceeds briskly down the hallway...
As I was on my way down the hallway always smells like something different, this one dude that like never sleeps yelled something incoherent at me... and then I heard a very quiet, yet very dstinct... "Leeeetteeeers is an aaaaaa-hooooole..." from back down the hallway. :hmph: I ignore it like the nice person I really am and finally make it back to my small box...
So here I sit once more at my crappy desk, listening to loud, angry music, and posting at halflife2.net...
And that was only around thirteen hours, not a whole day! :O
I'm not even sleepy!
The events in this story took place from roughly 12 A.M. Central Standard Time of Friday, October 15, 2004, to the time of this post.
Disclaimer: I am not to be held responsible for any detrimental or positive effects this post has on anyone or anything.
So I was sitting at my crappy desk that doesn't have a little pull-out thing for my keyboard (I have a keyboard sitting in front of my laptop... which also has a keyboard.) at about midnight last night what I do a lot of nights... posting on halflife2.net and listening to loud, angry music. Well, that's not all I was doing... I was also watching some video of Everquest II that had hobbit rip-offs in it and sucked big time and chatting about the Cold War over AOL Instant Messenger.
Then, something to came to my... attention. Australia has zee nuke you lar missiles! Now, being the skittish person that I am, I became freaked out and immediately bolted out of the small box that I live in to visit an ATM machine roughly 0.5 miles away to get money for plane tickets to go to Australia to take the missiles away and to hit some people over the head with them while I was there.
At the ATM machine, I actually had to wait for someone... that's never happened before. They ended up taking a long time and kept saying how their stuff wouldn't fit in the hole. That's sick. So I said, "Hurry up, newbie." He gave some sort of agitated-bitch look that offended me, but he did move his ass outa the way finally. I bunged my card into the machine and got my money. Now, I just needed an airport.
Being that the only airport I know the location of is 100 miles away... I had go back to my box to get my lock-picking tools so I could steal a car to get there. I pick out a nice Jeep Cherokee for sentimental reasons and head off to Kansas City International Airport.
I arrive at 2:30 A.M.
I tried explaining to the ticket lady about the nukes, but all I got was that agitated bitch-look again, so I just bought the tickets... of course, there was no direct flight to Australia... I would have to first go to some place named San Diego first.
Now, here's were things started to go horribly wrong... and I really wish they hadn't... I'm trying to do the world some good here! Australians with nukes is NOT something that I would consider safe! Anyway, I was talking about nukes to my new friend, Vinnie, on the plane, and the next thing I know some hot stewardess is trying to get me to join some ****in' cult called the "Mile-High Club"... ****in' loonies...
Stewardess: "Ever joined the Mile-High club?" :naughty:
Letters: "LOL, YOU ARE WEIRDO FIRE ZEE MISSILES!"
Stewardess gets agitated bitch-look and runs toward the front of the plane...
Next thing I know, I'm surrounded by people in police uniforms and trenchcoats... and they keep poking my ribs... and, it turns out, I was back in Kansas City! ****in' newbs! Alas, they gave me a spanking and threw me and my sore ribs out. The time? 5:00 A.M.
Having failed at getting to the Land of Brian Damage (I'm fairly certain Australia consists mainly of kangaroos and Brian Damage, whom I assume is their monarch, but probably has no idea that his subjects have nukes.), I decide I had better get back to school because I have class!
I arrive back home at 7:00 A.M.
My first class of the day was Ethics... not the usual big class with a lecture... but a small group with a teaching assisant. Anyway, he decides to give us this quiz on something I was supposed to have read... but I was too busy trying to free the world of Australian nuke-owners to get around to...
T.A.: Yadda yadda yadda...
Letters: "What the **** is this, newb?"
T.A. picks up my piece of notebook paper and stuffs it in his mouth and makes weird animal noises...
Next class was English where the only thing we did was talk about the most recent presidential debate... not going to go into it...
Almost done? Yes, but not quite.
I entered the building where I live as usual, but on the way back to my small box, I run into this gal at the elevators, which, sadly, are on the way to my small box... I'll call her "Sarah" for the sake of this story...
Sarah: "Why didn't you come up to my room to study for Anthropology Wednesday night?"
Letters: "I was too busy posting on halflife2.net!"
Sarah: "What i---"
Letters: "AAAAAND THAT'S WHAT I'M GOING TO GO DO NOW TOO!"
Sarah: "Well, why d----"
Letters: "HALF"
Sarah: "Would you ju----"
Letters: "LIFE"
Sarah: "Hey, sto---"
Letters: "TWO"
Sarah: *animal sounds*
Letters: "DOT"
Sarah: "I hate---"
Letters: "NET"
Letters proceeds briskly down the hallway...
As I was on my way down the hallway always smells like something different, this one dude that like never sleeps yelled something incoherent at me... and then I heard a very quiet, yet very dstinct... "Leeeetteeeers is an aaaaaa-hooooole..." from back down the hallway. :hmph: I ignore it like the nice person I really am and finally make it back to my small box...
So here I sit once more at my crappy desk, listening to loud, angry music, and posting at halflife2.net...
And that was only around thirteen hours, not a whole day! :O
I'm not even sleepy!
