feel the (trumpet) love.
So today, I had an almost-uncontrollable urge to hit a man, square in the grill. It goes like this:I brought my iPod to work today, as most of it would be spent looking over code, getting familiar with the coding standards of my department. My fellow intern sees this, says "hey, that's a good idea" and goes to his car and gets his walkman. He also grabs a (somewhat) giant bag of "snacks."
Upon his return, he offers me some some of his "snacks" -- I graciously accept a rice krispy treat.
Then, it starts.
He puts on his headphones, takes 10 minutes to find a "good" station, then cranks the shit out of the volume. I'm listening to my music quietly, as something to break up the strange silence that came over the office today. He then digs into his bag of "snacks" and pulls out a pudding cup (chocolate) and eats it in three bites (by my corner-of-my-eye estimation). Then, not 10 minutes later, he pulls out another. He eats it. Then, in about 5 minutes, another. All while staring at his monitor.
Listening to LOUD music (I can't actually make out any songs at this point) and having eaten three pudding cups (chocolate), he pulls some yogurt out of his "snack" bag. At this point, I'm thinking he must be fucking with me. That much non-solid food in that short of a timespan -- it has to be a joke -- right?
wrong.
he polishes that off, then pulls out a handfull of tootsie pops. what flavour, you might ask? Why chocolate, of course.
He starts by sucking on one for awhile, but loses his motivation and procedes to molar-bite into it. This gnashing and the crunching must have been too loud for him to hear his music, so he cranks it up again.
By the looks of his pile of tootsie pops, he must have had five or six. The next hour and a half was spent listening to him suck off these tootsie pops with his headphones blaring. At this point, I can actually hear words to the songs OVER my headphones, intermixed with loud crunches.
"We've got to hold on to what we've got"
CRUNCH CRUNCH
"'Cause it doesn't make a difference if we make it or not.
We've got each other and that's a lot for love."
CRUNCH BITE
"We'll give it a shot.
We're half way there"
CRUNCH SMACK CRUNCH
"Livin' on a prayer"
FUCK ME. I couldn't help but laugh.
On a side note, I've tried to ban this new character "Emily" a bunch of times. She must be smart, or know someone who is, because every time I try banning her, her IP changes. Last night, in fact, I banned her most current IP, which I didn't really pay attention to and ended up locking myself out of the site. She made her comment posts look like they were coming from my computer. This girl is scary. Don't e-mail her -- I imagine that's how she got my IP, steer clear of her for the time being.
On another side note, Emily, fuck off, I'll get you, you wait and see.
"you cant ban me you fucking idiots you are a fag. all i have to do is use a different computer there is like a hundred of them in the computer lab at my school...blahblahblah"
i never sent her an email and from the looks of it im pretty sure the email she listed was a fake, the retard cant type let alone be smart enough to do any serious harm. if she has your IP and does anything stupid with it she will be asking for it. the fact that she is a serious nut job is more creepy then anything else, i dont plan on giving her the satisfaction of a response at this point, or any of the attention she so desperately craves. her trying to pick a fight with LB, sarah c., and you was completely childish and uncalled for. her antics were amusing to me until she pulled that. if i would have known she was that psycho i would have stopped responding to her long ago. i didnt mean to allow for this dumbshit to cause you any problems, let me know if i can do anything.
you cant beat me!
you wanna know what you remind me of? huhy? huh?
Look out your window......
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