7.18.2003
usually i wouldnt write in this two days in a row, but something funny happened yesterday that i want to share. so i live with adam (a big white guy). adam sometimes makes sandwiches and leaves all the sandwich making stuff out. last night when he did this, i told him to clean up his mess. instead, he opened the door to his room, and threw a tennis ball at me. i tried to throw it back, but he shut his door and locked it.
i threw the ball at his door a few times, to annoy him. and then i leaned a big box up against his door, so it would fall if he opened it. after 5 minutes, adam asked me if he could come out and i said no. then he said he was going to come out and clean up his mess, and i threw the ball at his door to scare him away. then he IMed me. here is the conversation:
Seedro83 (10:33:30 PM): let me out
mpc t e (10:33:36 PM): sorry
mpc t e (10:33:38 PM): no can do
Seedro83 (10:33:47 PM): i want to clean up my stuff
mpc t e (10:33:48 PM): touch the door and die
Seedro83 (10:34:32 PM): seriously the mayo is going to spoil
Seedro83 (10:34:40 PM): and if it does, no blood will be on my hands
mpc t e (10:34:41 PM): its life or death
mpc t e (10:34:46 PM): let the mayo go
Seedro83 (10:35:07 PM): there is at least 1/8 of a jar... that's worth 25 if not 30 cents
mpc t e (10:35:14 PM): is that worth your life?
Seedro83 (10:35:56 PM): what the fuck is this? gladiators?? if i get hit with a tennis ball i can still come kick your ass... the game doesn't end there
mpc t e (10:36:28 PM): i have good aim
at this point, i put up an away message that said 'i have adam locked in his room.' i then grabbed his doorknob and tried to turn it, and threw the tennis ball at his door twice. right after the second throw, i quickly and quietly snuck out the back door to go have ice cream and cookies at sarah's.
meanwhile, back at the house, adam was plotting his escape (completely clueless that i had left). he turned on some really loud music (presumably to scare me) and then dressed for battle. he put on shinguards, a bike helmet, strapped on a pillow crotch protector, and put another pillow in his shirt. He also grabbed a soccer ball, and a bottle rocket for weapons. thinking back on it now, i wish i had set my video camera up outside his door and pressed record. he no doubt burst out of the room in a moment of fury and glory, only to find me not at my computer, and then not in my room, or the kitchen, or the bathroom, or outside, and to find that my car was gone. haha.
back to sarahs: so i was eating ice cream and having fun, when i got a phone call from adam. he asked me where the hell i was. i told him i was hiding in the apartment waiting to 'get him.' and he said i wasnt cause he looked everywhere. then he told me about how he got all dressed up and was ready to fight, and i just laughed at him. i told him where my camera was so he could take a picture of himself. he did, and you can see the picture at
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i threw the ball at his door a few times, to annoy him. and then i leaned a big box up against his door, so it would fall if he opened it. after 5 minutes, adam asked me if he could come out and i said no. then he said he was going to come out and clean up his mess, and i threw the ball at his door to scare him away. then he IMed me. here is the conversation:
Seedro83 (10:33:30 PM): let me out
mpc t e (10:33:36 PM): sorry
mpc t e (10:33:38 PM): no can do
Seedro83 (10:33:47 PM): i want to clean up my stuff
mpc t e (10:33:48 PM): touch the door and die
Seedro83 (10:34:32 PM): seriously the mayo is going to spoil
Seedro83 (10:34:40 PM): and if it does, no blood will be on my hands
mpc t e (10:34:41 PM): its life or death
mpc t e (10:34:46 PM): let the mayo go
Seedro83 (10:35:07 PM): there is at least 1/8 of a jar... that's worth 25 if not 30 cents
mpc t e (10:35:14 PM): is that worth your life?
Seedro83 (10:35:56 PM): what the fuck is this? gladiators?? if i get hit with a tennis ball i can still come kick your ass... the game doesn't end there
mpc t e (10:36:28 PM): i have good aim
at this point, i put up an away message that said 'i have adam locked in his room.' i then grabbed his doorknob and tried to turn it, and threw the tennis ball at his door twice. right after the second throw, i quickly and quietly snuck out the back door to go have ice cream and cookies at sarah's.
meanwhile, back at the house, adam was plotting his escape (completely clueless that i had left). he turned on some really loud music (presumably to scare me) and then dressed for battle. he put on shinguards, a bike helmet, strapped on a pillow crotch protector, and put another pillow in his shirt. He also grabbed a soccer ball, and a bottle rocket for weapons. thinking back on it now, i wish i had set my video camera up outside his door and pressed record. he no doubt burst out of the room in a moment of fury and glory, only to find me not at my computer, and then not in my room, or the kitchen, or the bathroom, or outside, and to find that my car was gone. haha.
back to sarahs: so i was eating ice cream and having fun, when i got a phone call from adam. he asked me where the hell i was. i told him i was hiding in the apartment waiting to 'get him.' and he said i wasnt cause he looked everywhere. then he told me about how he got all dressed up and was ready to fight, and i just laughed at him. i told him where my camera was so he could take a picture of himself. he did, and you can see the picture at
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