Eight AM wake-up call
Feb. 7th, 2005 07:46 pmThis morning I was woken up about an hour earlier than I would've liked to because some lady apparently couldn't figure out that if you dial a wrong number and you keep dialing the same number, it will not become any less wrong.
Scene:
8:06 AM
Bobcat's phone: *ringring*
Bobcat: Mmnrrgh?
Phone: *ringring*
Bobcat: Uunnnnh. Okay, I'm up. *hauls self out of bed and over to the phone* Hello?
Phone lady: Oh, I'm sorry, I must have the wrong number. *click*
Bobcat: *blinkblink* Okay. Whatever. *returns to nice warm bed*
Ten minutes later
Phone: *ringring*
Bobcat: Gwuh? *hauls self out of bed and over to the phone* Hello?
Phone lady: Oh, I'm sorry, I dialed wrong again. *click*
Bobcat: .... *stares at phone, returns to curling up under the blankets*
A few minutes later...
Phone: *ringring*
Bobcat: 'mnughanswerin'at
Phone: *ringring ringring*
Bobcat: G'way.
Phone: *ringring*
Bobcat: *sigh* Hello? *no reply* Hello?
Phone lady: Is Michael there?
Bobcat: No.
I was now, if not wide awake, at least awake enough that I wouldn't be able to get back to sleep before my alarm went off. So I went and found a couple icons, and now have some user pics, I think. I'm still trying to figure out how all this stuff works. I hope I managed to give credit right. I'd like to make my own icons, but right now I'm a bit busy for messing about in Appleworks Paint (graphics programs aren't exactly a priority with me either).
The biology department at my school is looking for a new biochemistry professor. This means that the senior seminar, which I have to attend in order to graduate, is going to consist almost completely of biochem candidates this semester. Biochem and I are not friends. I do not like it here or there. I do not like it anywhere. I do not like that biochem. I...am not Dr. Seuss and will stop myself before I start trying to think up clever rhymes and eat up my evening. Because I need my evening to do Important Things like read articles for my ecology journal entry that's due tomorrow and work on an internship application. Speaking of which, I should be scuttling off to be a Responsible Person now.
Scene:
8:06 AM
Bobcat's phone: *ringring*
Bobcat: Mmnrrgh?
Phone: *ringring*
Bobcat: Uunnnnh. Okay, I'm up. *hauls self out of bed and over to the phone* Hello?
Phone lady: Oh, I'm sorry, I must have the wrong number. *click*
Bobcat: *blinkblink* Okay. Whatever. *returns to nice warm bed*
Ten minutes later
Phone: *ringring*
Bobcat: Gwuh? *hauls self out of bed and over to the phone* Hello?
Phone lady: Oh, I'm sorry, I dialed wrong again. *click*
Bobcat: .... *stares at phone, returns to curling up under the blankets*
A few minutes later...
Phone: *ringring*
Bobcat: 'mnughanswerin'at
Phone: *ringring ringring*
Bobcat: G'way.
Phone: *ringring*
Bobcat: *sigh* Hello? *no reply* Hello?
Phone lady: Is Michael there?
Bobcat: No.
I was now, if not wide awake, at least awake enough that I wouldn't be able to get back to sleep before my alarm went off. So I went and found a couple icons, and now have some user pics, I think. I'm still trying to figure out how all this stuff works. I hope I managed to give credit right. I'd like to make my own icons, but right now I'm a bit busy for messing about in Appleworks Paint (graphics programs aren't exactly a priority with me either).
The biology department at my school is looking for a new biochemistry professor. This means that the senior seminar, which I have to attend in order to graduate, is going to consist almost completely of biochem candidates this semester. Biochem and I are not friends. I do not like it here or there. I do not like it anywhere. I do not like that biochem. I...am not Dr. Seuss and will stop myself before I start trying to think up clever rhymes and eat up my evening. Because I need my evening to do Important Things like read articles for my ecology journal entry that's due tomorrow and work on an internship application. Speaking of which, I should be scuttling off to be a Responsible Person now.