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[eschatologies]

And it occurred to me then, as I answered my phone, that I should get different friends who don't call me at 3:05 AM just to say "hello".

It's not like I was sleeping or anything.

*tantrums*

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[razzlecupcake]

Well that sucks! Some people just don't think.

(random interweb traveler. Hello!)

[eschatologies]

Hahaha yes, hello there!

[razzlecupcake]

Once, I had a booty call call me up at 6:15 in the morning.
Yeah, he got no more booty from me. EVER.
Depending on your profession, there is a moratorium on random-assed phone calls from either 2am-12pm (me, I'm a stagehand) or 10pm-10am (most people with 9-5 jobs) which should not be broken. Someone needs to send your friends a memo. ;)

[breathingbooks]

Maybe an alarm clock too? Then the phone (aka the instrument of SATAN *shudders*) could be off at night.

[eschatologies]

Heh yeah, I am usually pretty good at setting my alarm clock, but sometimes I don't sleep in my room so I have to use the cell. Plus, I'm almost a default DD for some people and I've told they can call IF they need a ride home. If it had been that call, I would have been fine, but just calling (in the middle of the night) to see what's up is not cool.

[safe_sax_player]

Wow. I think if somebody called me in the middle of the night without an emergency, I would provide them with one. Like, a Molotov cocktail through their window. Unless they were a very attractive person. Then there can be forgiveness.

[eschatologies]

Hahahahaha for serious, or a velociraptor set loose in their house.

And I'm not really one to like, call people up on a whim just to talk to them, that's what I use AIM for. So the act of doing so in the middle of when I am sleeping is fucking obnoxious.

[safe_sax_player]

Yeah. But not just a velociraptor. Dr. McNinja riding a velociraptor is what I will unleash upon them.

So...Mrs. Whoeverthefucksheisnow wants us to talk like robots during our presentation. First I will talk about how to make cookies. Then I will obliterate the Earth. Finally, I will discuss cleaning up afterwards.

[eschatologies]

I feel like her name is Blaugh or something. Something retarded, that's for sure. I don't actually believe she got married, still, I think her husband is imaginary. And we so totally called that she'd blabber on about how great NYC was, haha!

Practice your hand movements in front of a mirror, Sam. It's IMPORTANT. (Since when is cookie baking an acceptable senior project? I would have baked her and Tater Tot some arsenic cookies if that had been avaliable.)

Also, she better give me my notebook back before the day before my presentation. That just sucks for gib and mick.

[mountains_goad]

That's ridiculous. I'm sorry. Generally speaking, I might not be woken if someone called, although my phone vibrating on the pillow next to my head has been doing a pretty good job getting me up. However, unless you have something real to talk about, such as asking me to come bail you out, ya, don't call.

[eschatologies]

Yeah, I had forgotten to put my phone on vibrate, so I got my ringtone blasted in my ear.

That was the cutest little folk story ever. Death by juggling!