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Nick brought over his desktop last night - with the exception of a couple drivers, I have a fully-functioning and not-at-all-dying computer that I can use until I save up for a new laptop. Thank goodness, too, because the Mac's started balking at the sight of the Internet and I don't know how much longer it's going to hold out. I mean, seriously, if I open a page with a large photo it freezes up, and I don't know how many times I've had to restart it by holding down the power button and I know that's not good for the computer. The only think I'm missing is a proper mouse (right now I'm using the one that came with my WACOM tablet and there's not a lot of range for movement), so we're going to go pick up a cheap one today before Nick goes to work.
I ordered the Happy Hooker book last week and just got it in the mail yesterday, and Nick said he wanted to learn more knitting so that I could be a hooker he shares needles with. Isn't the man just adorable, folks?
Jimmy was over last night to help me study stoichiometry (that math thing in chemistry where you have to figure out all the damn units before you can actually do math). He went down to the other side of the building to use the bathroom, and when he came back he dragged me down the hall so I could smell the pot coming from one door (it smelled like rancid burning peanut butter - ew!). Using his super RA powers of meddling, Jimmy called the front desk to let them know someone was smoking pot. When we went back to check twenty minutes later, there was one RA investigating the hallway where the pot-door was, and we ran into another RA that Jimmy knows on the way back. She told us she was on her way to investigate "illegal activities", and Jimmy proudly proclaimed that he was the one who called the front desk. The next time we went out to look, there was a rather large crowd outside the door, so they probably found the pot and called the cops. Fun times.
I ordered the Happy Hooker book last week and just got it in the mail yesterday, and Nick said he wanted to learn more knitting so that I could be a hooker he shares needles with. Isn't the man just adorable, folks?
Jimmy was over last night to help me study stoichiometry (that math thing in chemistry where you have to figure out all the damn units before you can actually do math). He went down to the other side of the building to use the bathroom, and when he came back he dragged me down the hall so I could smell the pot coming from one door (it smelled like rancid burning peanut butter - ew!). Using his super RA powers of meddling, Jimmy called the front desk to let them know someone was smoking pot. When we went back to check twenty minutes later, there was one RA investigating the hallway where the pot-door was, and we ran into another RA that Jimmy knows on the way back. She told us she was on her way to investigate "illegal activities", and Jimmy proudly proclaimed that he was the one who called the front desk. The next time we went out to look, there was a rather large crowd outside the door, so they probably found the pot and called the cops. Fun times.
