hi am newbie here!...i start my day with washing my clothes and i go work...the usually stuff i do when working...and when i will go home i go to my garden to do some watering, pulling weeds, putting fertilizer and do some garden design.

I spent my evening, which started early because my adorable Filipino med-surg instructor let us out early when she heard next week is midterms, writing essays for my evil psych instructor that until this afternoon, I didn't know we had to write.

But I'm drinking a shake of chocolate casein protein, milk, and raw eggbeater. It's delicious. Seriously this is the best thing I've put in my mouth in weeks.

I was done watching The Fugitive. With Law and Order: SVU on really quiet, I checked IRG before planning on turning in for the night. It was much too late to go upstairs, with both entries to my room blocked by soundly sleeping parents who hate to think I'm up past 1, so I'd have to sleep on the couch. I noticed it was 4AM, a bit before my dad usually wakes up in the morning. But, his alarm goes off quite loud before he gets downstairs, so once I heard it, I'd be able to shut of the TV and computer a good two or three minutes before gets here, wouldn't I?

Footsteps. Down the stairs. I held down the power button on my computer and turn off the TV. The static wasn't even done fizzling by the time he opened the door. It was pitch black as he walked through and apparently didn't notice me. He got to the kitchen and turned on the light, illuminating his naked ass cheeks before I could cover my face in the blanket. Luckily, I did before he turned to enter the bathroom, so I at least avoided that scarring experience.

However! It would be unavoidable if I stayed downstairs. He would leave the bathroom, walking frontwards past me to go to any of the rooms in which he stored his clothes and I would get an unhampered view of the full monty. It was clear that I had to escape. I was ready to run for it when I realized my exit was in plain view of the bathroom in which he was brushing his teeth. Hater of inhibitions like shutting doors that he was, he had left that path of vision wide open. The sink facing the doorway, I would be seen. Fuck fuck fuck.

BUT THEN GOD STEPPED IN.

I heard the tinkling plink that was undoubtedly a saintly golden stream of deus ex machina coming to my rescue. Into the round, white, fluid-filled guardian angel it went, shielding me from that angry "what the fuck are you doing up so late?! Jesus Christ!" gaze and the "no more computer"-tainted destiny it would result in. One didn't know how long the stream would last (the second bathroom attached to my room and my whole family loathe to shut a door, I was well familiar with my family's peeing habits) so I had to make as quiet a break for it as possible as I shot up the stairs for my room.

BUT THEN GOD FORSOOK ME.

My hallway door is supremely messed up. I'd forgotten that the day before, I'd given up and walked all the way around the downstairs to get into it because it was so severely jammed/warped/misshapen or whatever the hell it is; it remained as such this morning. I slammed, I pushed... All quietly, quietly so as not to rouse the sleeping demon just a room or two over or to alert the certain someone who could at any moment be following me back up the stairs to get the clothing he had stripped himself of so enthusiastically the night before. I was absolutely fucked; all entrances were double blocked by persons I would wake up in my attempt not to and here I was being impeded by Saurumon himself. Seemingly, I would have to resort to the Mines of Moria; the other guest room. Or, as others have dubbed it based on its color, the pepto bismol room.

So I tip toed down the hallway and was immediately horrified by two realizations. Firstly, the room is creepy and uncomfortable; I probably wouldn't be able to sleep in it at all. Secondly, wouldn't it be fairly obvious when Rory chose to sleep in the creepy and uncomfortable room that something was up? I'd have to make up some horribly inconvenient story about how I was freaked ou by something in my room or "just felt like it" (which they might have bought, who knows; I'm strange)... And that explanation and a disbelief thereof might have rendered me in just as much as, if not more trouble than being up at four in the morning, watching TV and dicking around online. I really had to make another stab at my room.

So I tiptoed back down the hallways to my room and struggled with the door again. I tried pulling it down, but that approach doesn't work from the side I was on. I almost tried sneaking my finger through the crack and trying to run it the side of the doorway, but figured I would just injure myself horribly. The more it pushed, the more it seemed I was just going to break the poor slab of wood of its hinges and make an even bigger ordeal out of it than anything else I possibly could have done, in addition to revealing my mid-AM whereabouts. Shit, shit, shit. Yet I still slid my hand up its face in that pitch black darkness and felt the miracle; I had made some slight headway. There was a tiny little place wherein I could sneak in my hand and gently coax the door forwards. So coax I did, with the deliberate delicacy and sly softness of a true family fugitive, and thus was let back into my own room.

My lovely accomplice (who has crept up behind me), a young pussycat who thinks I'm dynamite in the scratchin' sack, followed me in as I swiftly made my way through the chaos that is a living rug of clothes and things. We two night-clad lovers slipped into bed with all the speed of debris down a hill in an ice storm. She was still purring loudly in my lap as the sound of a stomping, stark-naked stallion of 50 arrived in the horse-hair plastered box next to mine and made his way into the shower. I saw nothing more of his bodily affects and just lay there, my heart pounding through every corner of my belly, arms and toes. And then, finally, after much cuddling with my feline friend, fell asleep.

I woke up about four hours later, with her now in my arms, as a dog was fed biscuits on top of me. Then I thought about what would happened if someone tried to burgle, rape or murder me and couldn't get back to sleep. Regardless, that loserly mini-adventure I had was one for the books. I would not have spent my morning any other way.

Last edited by NajiMinkin (10-09-2009 04:14:02 PM)

Man, I bet OITL wishes she could be reviewing this kind of thing instead. Glad you made it to bed without being discovered Naji!

I was up all night researching Wii homebrew hacks and how I could apply them to my poor console. Found the solution around 1 or 2 am, and had a "homebrew boot disk" assembled on the hard drive by 4 am. Spent about twenty minutes explaining it to Lady Lortab (who never trusts me about these things, I swear) and then loaded the homebrew bootdisk onto the SD card I normally use for Animal Crossing pics.

Everything went fantabulously. The programs I wanted worked as advertised, and now my savegame is so freaking broken it's not even funny. But now I can score stuff for Razara (I owe her big time for getting me hooked and helping me with my house) and I got my house finished. Also, I finally got my Metroid, Miffy (name courtesy of Reanna -- I hope she doesn't mind).

Spent the rest of the day hopping between the Wii and the computer, hacking and updating as necessary. Won't be able to hack again until 9 am tomorrow morning, because I don't hack when I'm expecting mail.

All in all, a good way to spend an all-nighter.

Long, exhausting, and a giant waste of my day off. Oh, the joys of clothes shopping.

So four of us in our Bible study group go to get free pizza on a day that people from our university can get it for free.  So we are doing that outside and having our meeting and some guy comes up to us and hands us tracts but he had no idea who we were or what we were there for, so our team leader goes "I'll trade you" and hands a copy of our passages for today and he was just like 'wtf?!' 



So yeah, I got my first religious tract handed to me at a religious meeting without the person realizing what it was we were doing.  Amazing.  That made my day.

The rest was all horrid.  Shoot me now.

Fortunately I have inside joke material about charts and beaurocrats to last me weeks. 

Last edited by spoon-san (10-12-2009 03:48:23 PM)