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Okay... so, I've given it some thought the past few days, and what it comes down to is that I've got no idea what belongs in a 1000th entry. So... I know this does:
But that's about as far as I've gotten. I can't invent internet confetti, either (at least not to my liking). So, the rest of this entry is normal. I was going to make a phone post, but it turns out that that's a little more complicated than I thought it was (something requiring a pin number, and thus beyond my dust-addled senses at this point in time). I also realized that any phone post would be almost exactly like my normal entries, but take infinitely longer to load (I could almost back this up mathematically). Anyway, I imagine I'll figure out the phone post thing this weekend, and say something from ACen. That'll be amusing, non?
So, there. This is my 1000th entry, and I am now going to spend the rest of it complaining about the construction workers. See, a small part of the reason I didn't mind being in the dark corner of my hallway this year was that the guys working on the facade did the south side of the building last year. I figured, yay, I won't get construction workers. It occured to me later this year that they'd have to do the front bit of the building, but I figured they wouldn't get to that until June-ish. But oh no. A week or so ago the scaffolding went up in front of the building, and the workers came up. I think they busied themselves for a while a few floors above me, which was annoying, but at least I didn't get the dust and noise. And now, today, a day in which I have to write a 6-page paper on Marx and Mill before midnight, and taking into account that I very much prefer working on the couch in my room, they appear. Right outside my window. My only chance at explaining how I feel is a form of abstract poetry that abuses onomonopeia.
WHIRRR, their little cart thing comes up the side of the building and stops right in front of my front windows.
I go "Crap, those windows let more air through than anything... I hope they move on."
STOMP STOMP they clomp back and forth in their big boots.
SWEAR SWEAR they dirty the air with their words about how they plan to ruin my afternoon.
The realization hits me that the walls on the outside of the building are just as thin as the ones inside.
I hear it all.
I am conscious of my iminent doom.
SCREEEARRR they start their stupid little saws.
BZZZZZZZZZZZCHIKCHIKGRRRR they stick them into the side of the building.
And the room shakes, the windows rattle, there is more swearing and grumbling, and the dust appears.
My living room takes on the feel of a war zone. If it was possible for it to become more dark and gloomy, it just has. Dust pours into my living room through the inadequately duct taped windows.
I shake my head, shake my fist at the sky, thank goodness that I put the blinds down yesterday, pack up my computer, and come downstairs.
And here I sit... uncomfortably, I may add, because the study rooms down here are far less than comfortable.
I suppose, however, that I may be distracted less down here than I would've been upstairs. I'm just not looking forward to having to clean the dust off of everything in my room (as if the Shoreland wasn't dusty enough already). I can still hear that stupid grinding all the way down here. I certainly hope they're not back on the front next year. Then I'll be really angry. They should totally be giving people a discount on their rooming fees for having to deal with all this (maybe that's what the random refund was for on my past two bills).
And so concludes my 1000th entry. Nothing entirely special, but at least a little amusing, I hope. I think, for my thousand-and-first, I'm going to post up those mp3 mixes I started working on for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chocolatemoose. Hehehe.
[And the Obligatory Edit: You've got no idea how many of these I make, because I never mark them. But I felt that this was an occasion that needed screencapped.
You can also observe my two open torrents, gaim, mIRC, and my bizarrely-coloured windows theme. And the paper I should be working on that hasn't even been saved officially yet (I've got half a page though, that's good). I should also point out that horrible discrepancy between the number of comments I've posted and the number I've recieved. (Actually, I think it might be backwards. Hehehe).]
1000 Entries, Yay!
But that's about as far as I've gotten. I can't invent internet confetti, either (at least not to my liking). So, the rest of this entry is normal. I was going to make a phone post, but it turns out that that's a little more complicated than I thought it was (something requiring a pin number, and thus beyond my dust-addled senses at this point in time). I also realized that any phone post would be almost exactly like my normal entries, but take infinitely longer to load (I could almost back this up mathematically). Anyway, I imagine I'll figure out the phone post thing this weekend, and say something from ACen. That'll be amusing, non?
So, there. This is my 1000th entry, and I am now going to spend the rest of it complaining about the construction workers. See, a small part of the reason I didn't mind being in the dark corner of my hallway this year was that the guys working on the facade did the south side of the building last year. I figured, yay, I won't get construction workers. It occured to me later this year that they'd have to do the front bit of the building, but I figured they wouldn't get to that until June-ish. But oh no. A week or so ago the scaffolding went up in front of the building, and the workers came up. I think they busied themselves for a while a few floors above me, which was annoying, but at least I didn't get the dust and noise. And now, today, a day in which I have to write a 6-page paper on Marx and Mill before midnight, and taking into account that I very much prefer working on the couch in my room, they appear. Right outside my window. My only chance at explaining how I feel is a form of abstract poetry that abuses onomonopeia.
WHIRRR, their little cart thing comes up the side of the building and stops right in front of my front windows.
I go "Crap, those windows let more air through than anything... I hope they move on."
STOMP STOMP they clomp back and forth in their big boots.
SWEAR SWEAR they dirty the air with their words about how they plan to ruin my afternoon.
The realization hits me that the walls on the outside of the building are just as thin as the ones inside.
I hear it all.
I am conscious of my iminent doom.
SCREEEARRR they start their stupid little saws.
BZZZZZZZZZZZCHIKCHIKGRRRR they stick them into the side of the building.
And the room shakes, the windows rattle, there is more swearing and grumbling, and the dust appears.
My living room takes on the feel of a war zone. If it was possible for it to become more dark and gloomy, it just has. Dust pours into my living room through the inadequately duct taped windows.
I shake my head, shake my fist at the sky, thank goodness that I put the blinds down yesterday, pack up my computer, and come downstairs.
And here I sit... uncomfortably, I may add, because the study rooms down here are far less than comfortable.
I suppose, however, that I may be distracted less down here than I would've been upstairs. I'm just not looking forward to having to clean the dust off of everything in my room (as if the Shoreland wasn't dusty enough already). I can still hear that stupid grinding all the way down here. I certainly hope they're not back on the front next year. Then I'll be really angry. They should totally be giving people a discount on their rooming fees for having to deal with all this (maybe that's what the random refund was for on my past two bills).
And so concludes my 1000th entry. Nothing entirely special, but at least a little amusing, I hope. I think, for my thousand-and-first, I'm going to post up those mp3 mixes I started working on for
chocolatemoose. Hehehe.[And the Obligatory Edit: You've got no idea how many of these I make, because I never mark them. But I felt that this was an occasion that needed screencapped.
You can also observe my two open torrents, gaim, mIRC, and my bizarrely-coloured windows theme. And the paper I should be working on that hasn't even been saved officially yet (I've got half a page though, that's good). I should also point out that horrible discrepancy between the number of comments I've posted and the number I've recieved. (Actually, I think it might be backwards. Hehehe).]
