Shut up, shut up, shut up....
Damn, I totally just crossed the line from "I'll get it done eventually" to "I don't care if it's good, as long as it's the right length."
Also, if some shitheads don't GET OUT OF THE KITCHEN NOW (they're yelling, singing, and playing with knives on the tabletops, while loudly talking about how bad the others smell when they fart and burp, and I can hear all of this FROM MY ROOM), I'm going to be a crotchety old woman and shake my fist, curlers in my hair, giant plaid bathrobe and all. I'm actually wearing clothes still, but I think the giant plaid bathrobe would add something very special to the atmosphere, and I might have to avail myself of it.
BE DONE, FOUL MIDTERM.
Right now, my short answer is longer than the long-answers. Something must be wrong.
(grrr, one of them just poked the other, and is now yelling, "OWW! OWW!! I'm in SO MUCH PAIN!" and for some reason the other is squawking "Pleased to meet you!" over and over again. It's justifiable homocide, right? It IS quiet hours. dieinafire, other inhabitants of this building. AND ONE OF THEM IS MALE. This is a female floor. GTFO.)
ETA: Because I'm SO mature, I just turned their food off when they ran away to get something. Eat cold potstickers, asshole. I ASKED them to be quiet. Their fault.
Also, if some shitheads don't GET OUT OF THE KITCHEN NOW (they're yelling, singing, and playing with knives on the tabletops, while loudly talking about how bad the others smell when they fart and burp, and I can hear all of this FROM MY ROOM), I'm going to be a crotchety old woman and shake my fist, curlers in my hair, giant plaid bathrobe and all. I'm actually wearing clothes still, but I think the giant plaid bathrobe would add something very special to the atmosphere, and I might have to avail myself of it.
BE DONE, FOUL MIDTERM.
Right now, my short answer is longer than the long-answers. Something must be wrong.
(grrr, one of them just poked the other, and is now yelling, "OWW! OWW!! I'm in SO MUCH PAIN!" and for some reason the other is squawking "Pleased to meet you!" over and over again. It's justifiable homocide, right? It IS quiet hours. dieinafire, other inhabitants of this building. AND ONE OF THEM IS MALE. This is a female floor. GTFO.)
ETA: Because I'm SO mature, I just turned their food off when they ran away to get something. Eat cold potstickers, asshole. I ASKED them to be quiet. Their fault.