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Now his little itty bitty alarm clock is in littler ittier bittier pieces.
Bootfucking has commenced.
Now his little itty bitty alarm clock is in littler ittier bittier pieces.
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Yes! I can hear the splinters sprinkling across the floor from here... followed shortly by plastic clock bits.
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Not particularly. But I talked to him and told him that leaving the alarm clock ringing for half an hour while he is in the room lifting weights or showering and shit is bad. Now he's just being a douchenozzle, so I fucked the clock up. I'm sick of that thing waking me up and keeping me awake because he's too lazy of hitting a button. Now I won't have that problem anymore.
Not particularly. But I talked to him and told him that leaving the alarm clock ringing for half an hour while he is in the room lifting weights or showering and shit is bad. Now he's just being a douchenozzle, so I fucked the clock up. I'm sick of that thing waking me up and keeping me awake because he's too lazy of hitting a button. Now I won't have that problem anymore.
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If it had been me, and I had sat him down and told him that it's all well and good for him to have an alarm, but he needs to turn it off when he's not there and when he wakes up, and he did nothing about it, that clock would have been more than bootfucked... I'd bring in the power tools or the Katana
RANTING TIEM NAO
I hate English class. Have to do 500 word journals every class for homework (yeah yeah, not that bad, but my other classes give out homework too, which MAKES it bad), plus have to do a 2000 word essay, which was assigned immediately after completing a previous one that was just as long, AND I myself have to do some extra work because I was sick for a couple of classes.
COLLEGE BE EATING MY TIME, YO.
If it had been me, and I had sat him down and told him that it's all well and good for him to have an alarm, but he needs to turn it off when he's not there and when he wakes up, and he did nothing about it, that clock would have been more than bootfucked... I'd bring in the power tools or the Katana
RANTING TIEM NAO
I hate English class. Have to do 500 word journals every class for homework (yeah yeah, not that bad, but my other classes give out homework too, which MAKES it bad), plus have to do a 2000 word essay, which was assigned immediately after completing a previous one that was just as long, AND I myself have to do some extra work because I was sick for a couple of classes.
COLLEGE BE EATING MY TIME, YO.
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I did. Minus the power tools/katana part. It was the kind of clock that fit under my shoe so therefore that was the only force that was necessary.If it had been me, and I had sat him down and told him that it's all well and good for him to have an alarm, but he needs to turn it off when he's not there and when he wakes up, and he did nothing about it, that clock would have been more than bootfucked... I'd bring in the power tools or the Katana
lol. freshman?
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Unnecessary force is always the necessary force
Meh. Probably. All I know is it's my second semester working on a major that I'm probably going to change starting next year anyways.
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Standing in college is decided by credits as opposed to years, as far as I know. 3 semesters of being a full time (12 credits) student, or 36 credits, graduates you from freshman status to sophomore if you are in a four year program. But people can take more or less credits in a semester, plus credits transfered from high school, plus credits given for the CPT, etc. So no one really gives a shit unless you are graduating. As far as I know, at least.
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Is that how it works? My college's full time is 16 credits per semester.
Is that how it works? My college's full time is 16 credits per semester.
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Well, even if I am still a freshman, I'm going to call myself a sophmore early... I do NOT want to be associated with the children that just arrived this semester. I understand most are fresh out of high school, but geeze, I swear I'm going to give the next kid I see with his pants around his knees and his boxers hanging out a super atomic around-the-world wedgie from the deepest level of hell.
Well, even if I am still a freshman, I'm going to call myself a sophmore early... I do NOT want to be associated with the children that just arrived this semester. I understand most are fresh out of high school, but geeze, I swear I'm going to give the next kid I see with his pants around his knees and his boxers hanging out a super atomic around-the-world wedgie from the deepest level of hell.
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I am FURIOUS. Rant time.
Background information: I live in a house. The family that lives there (husband, wife, teenage son and baby twins) rents out the left half of their house which is essentially three rooms + bathroom upstairs, three rooms + two bathrooms + central kitchen/dining area downstairs. Right now one of the rooms is empty so I have four roommates not including the host family. There is a spare room next to one of the downstairs bathrooms that is basically a store room. This is where the cable internet comes in. Why it is in the central back ass of nowhere is beyond me, but for better or worse it's there. They have a modem hooked up to it (obviously) but then they have to deal with the fact that their family plus the tenants will probably want internet. The cable runs from the modem to an 8-port router (non-wireless), which in turn has seven cables that run to seven of eight wall sockets that run to various rooms in the house. The eighth runs to my router (because the router he had there before was a belkin wireless B piece of shit) and that router has an ethernet cable that runs to the wall which routes to my room where I have the hardline attached to my desktop and my laptop can receive the wireless signal. So essentially I'm letting the house use my wireless signal (which is G, not as good as N but usable for the bottom half of the house).
Fast forward to this morning.
So this morning I woke up and my internet was out - the hardline and the wireless. Not a huge deal since I only had an hour or so before I had to leave for work anyway. I would liked to have watched an episode of law and order online or something but whatever, I have other things to do to keep me busy. I figured it was a momentary glitch with my router (since both my hardline and my wireless run through it) and went to work, then went to hang out at a friend's house - played some smash bros, then watched some penn and teller, then took a quick nap with my girlfriend - then returned home only to see that I still had no internet.
When I get down to the storeroom I find that there is shit everywhere. This sort of thing has happened before - the host family seems to like just throwing shit in there, so there are piles of random shit haphazardly stacked to the ceiling, and a big mound of stuff in the middle, with a tiny space near the door and a tiny space at the back of the room where the modem/routers are, so sometimes when they throw shit in there the router gets jostled and a cable falls out or something.
Today it's even worse than normal though - the tiny spaces near the door and internet stuff are even smaller, I can barely get the door open enough to squeeze through, and I'm a small, skinny guy, weighing in at maybe 130 (probably closer to 120 since I've been starving myself lately), so this is surprising. I almost kill myself climbing this massive pile of shit and swinging myself over to the internet stuff. I do all the normal stuff - unplug all three machines, wait a few seconds, plug in the modem, wait until the lights go solid, etc. Go back upstairs (climbing back over the mound of shit and again almost killing myself in the process) and find that my internet is still out. Well wtf.
I go back down, over the mound of shit, and stare at the machines for a while. I then try to see if I can figure out which of the eight cables runs to my router so I can figure out if it's my router or his, or if it's the modem itself (in which case there's probably just an outage in my area). I run my fingers along the cable that's coming out of my router, and it's a tangled mess. I'm not too terribly surprised when my fingers come back to my own router's internet-out ports - after all, the possibility of screwing up the cable-following process in that rat's nest is pretty much 100%. I unhook the cable and twist and tug until I have it free - and lo and behold, it's the one attached to my own motherfucking router.
MY ROUTER'S CABLE WAS HOOKED UP TO ITSELF.
Take a moment to consider this. Someone had to climb that mound of shit, mess with the cables, ensuring that the right cable was hooked up to the wrong box, then re-climb that mound of shit (which takes a surprising amount of agility) just to fuck with me and everybody else who uses my wireless signal.
A big FUCK YOU to whatever shitkisser did that, and I think I'm going to take my router back to my room and make my own fucking network and fuck the people who have to use it - they can hire their own motherfucking IT person to install their own fucking router that they paid for with their own fucking money. Sad part is I know it's not the roommate whose clock I smashed because he's been gone for the past two days. So it's one of the other roommates who I never talk to and actually don't even know their names, just to fuck with me, someone who they say maybe ten words per month to on average.
In fact I might even just run the modem's cable straight to my wall socket so I'm the only one in the house that has internet. Although that would be pretty easy to fix, as opposed to my just taking my router to my room and putting a different non-communal password on it, they'd probably waste a ton of time and probably some money (because I'm the only one in the house that knows what the fuck he is doing) trying to find out what the fuck had happened. I don't know. Depends on how vindictive I feel.
I am FURIOUS. Rant time.
Background information: I live in a house. The family that lives there (husband, wife, teenage son and baby twins) rents out the left half of their house which is essentially three rooms + bathroom upstairs, three rooms + two bathrooms + central kitchen/dining area downstairs. Right now one of the rooms is empty so I have four roommates not including the host family. There is a spare room next to one of the downstairs bathrooms that is basically a store room. This is where the cable internet comes in. Why it is in the central back ass of nowhere is beyond me, but for better or worse it's there. They have a modem hooked up to it (obviously) but then they have to deal with the fact that their family plus the tenants will probably want internet. The cable runs from the modem to an 8-port router (non-wireless), which in turn has seven cables that run to seven of eight wall sockets that run to various rooms in the house. The eighth runs to my router (because the router he had there before was a belkin wireless B piece of shit) and that router has an ethernet cable that runs to the wall which routes to my room where I have the hardline attached to my desktop and my laptop can receive the wireless signal. So essentially I'm letting the house use my wireless signal (which is G, not as good as N but usable for the bottom half of the house).
Fast forward to this morning.
So this morning I woke up and my internet was out - the hardline and the wireless. Not a huge deal since I only had an hour or so before I had to leave for work anyway. I would liked to have watched an episode of law and order online or something but whatever, I have other things to do to keep me busy. I figured it was a momentary glitch with my router (since both my hardline and my wireless run through it) and went to work, then went to hang out at a friend's house - played some smash bros, then watched some penn and teller, then took a quick nap with my girlfriend - then returned home only to see that I still had no internet.
When I get down to the storeroom I find that there is shit everywhere. This sort of thing has happened before - the host family seems to like just throwing shit in there, so there are piles of random shit haphazardly stacked to the ceiling, and a big mound of stuff in the middle, with a tiny space near the door and a tiny space at the back of the room where the modem/routers are, so sometimes when they throw shit in there the router gets jostled and a cable falls out or something.
Today it's even worse than normal though - the tiny spaces near the door and internet stuff are even smaller, I can barely get the door open enough to squeeze through, and I'm a small, skinny guy, weighing in at maybe 130 (probably closer to 120 since I've been starving myself lately), so this is surprising. I almost kill myself climbing this massive pile of shit and swinging myself over to the internet stuff. I do all the normal stuff - unplug all three machines, wait a few seconds, plug in the modem, wait until the lights go solid, etc. Go back upstairs (climbing back over the mound of shit and again almost killing myself in the process) and find that my internet is still out. Well wtf.
I go back down, over the mound of shit, and stare at the machines for a while. I then try to see if I can figure out which of the eight cables runs to my router so I can figure out if it's my router or his, or if it's the modem itself (in which case there's probably just an outage in my area). I run my fingers along the cable that's coming out of my router, and it's a tangled mess. I'm not too terribly surprised when my fingers come back to my own router's internet-out ports - after all, the possibility of screwing up the cable-following process in that rat's nest is pretty much 100%. I unhook the cable and twist and tug until I have it free - and lo and behold, it's the one attached to my own motherfucking router.
MY ROUTER'S CABLE WAS HOOKED UP TO ITSELF.
Take a moment to consider this. Someone had to climb that mound of shit, mess with the cables, ensuring that the right cable was hooked up to the wrong box, then re-climb that mound of shit (which takes a surprising amount of agility) just to fuck with me and everybody else who uses my wireless signal.
A big FUCK YOU to whatever shitkisser did that, and I think I'm going to take my router back to my room and make my own fucking network and fuck the people who have to use it - they can hire their own motherfucking IT person to install their own fucking router that they paid for with their own fucking money. Sad part is I know it's not the roommate whose clock I smashed because he's been gone for the past two days. So it's one of the other roommates who I never talk to and actually don't even know their names, just to fuck with me, someone who they say maybe ten words per month to on average.
In fact I might even just run the modem's cable straight to my wall socket so I'm the only one in the house that has internet. Although that would be pretty easy to fix, as opposed to my just taking my router to my room and putting a different non-communal password on it, they'd probably waste a ton of time and probably some money (because I'm the only one in the house that knows what the fuck he is doing) trying to find out what the fuck had happened. I don't know. Depends on how vindictive I feel.
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But if he fucks with them, that gives the host family full rights to fuck with him right back, up to and including eviction. It is their house, and their rules correct?
So... fuck with family, possibly fuck with yourself
But if he fucks with them, that gives the host family full rights to fuck with him right back, up to and including eviction. It is their house, and their rules correct?
So... fuck with family, possibly fuck with yourself