I've not always known my neighbors by face or name in the places I've lived, but the apartments have been safe. Where I live now, I know all my neighbors.
Dawn: I think a date should be in a real fancy restaurant, then champagne at a night club with a floor show, then ballroom dancing. Joyce: Unfortunately, we're not dating in a movie from the thirties.
'Get It Done'
Natter 63: Life after PuppyCam
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
msbelle - Mar 27, 2009 6:55:57 am PDT #12591 of 30000
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
msbelle - Mar 27, 2009 6:59:28 am PDT #12592 of 30000
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
Tommy, my roommate and I dealt with the late night/early morning partiers (they worked shifts that brought them home at 2 or 3am) by turning our stereo speaker to the wall/ceiling we shared with them and turning our music on very loud when we left for work at 8am. Goodtimes.
My uncle, a jr high teacher and then principal had a policy when he went on school trips - any kid that woke him up or kept him up would get rousted from bed at 5 or 6am as he was headed down for either exercise or breakfast.
You mess up my rest, I'll mess up yours.
Jesse - Mar 27, 2009 7:02:15 am PDT #12593 of 30000
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
My parents often have students living next door (often grad students, but still), and one time they had a late party that kept my parents up on a Saturday night. Since my father was a Christian minister, and worked Sunday morning, he just went over on his way out at like 7 the next morning and rang the doorbell until someone answered it. He very pleasantly explained the situation, and they kept it down from then on.
msbelle - Mar 27, 2009 7:03:37 am PDT #12594 of 30000
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
You know Spring is around the cornwer in NY when... [link]
tommyrot - Mar 27, 2009 7:05:41 am PDT #12595 of 30000
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
You mess up my rest, I'll mess up yours.
Heh. I sorta' did stuff like that - our dorm had a single phone for the whole wing - On my way to my 8:00 I'd just call that phone and set down the receiver, letting it ring and ring....
Jesse - Mar 27, 2009 7:10:38 am PDT #12596 of 30000
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Heh -- I heard Mister Softee a few weeks ago when it was still cold and got all confused for a minute!
tommyrot - Mar 27, 2009 7:10:55 am PDT #12597 of 30000
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Other fun things that happened when I was a freshman:
Someone stole my clothes and locked me out of my room when I was in the shower.
My roommate threatened me with a bow and arrow.
Someone drugged my food with stuff that high school wrestlers took to lose weight, leaving me sick to my stomach during an exam.
Someone locked me out of my room, preventing me from studying for an exam.
People would yell "Faggot" out the window when I was near our dorm.
Theodosia - Mar 27, 2009 7:18:25 am PDT #12598 of 30000
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
Wow, tommy -- I had a really nasty roommate who was so eager to get rid of me that she stuffed all my belongings into two huge boxes when I didn't show up for a day after taking refuge at a friend's room after saying I couldn't stand it any more and applying for a new living situation.
You win.
Jesse - Mar 27, 2009 7:19:37 am PDT #12599 of 30000
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Yikes, tommy.
tommyrot - Mar 27, 2009 7:20:33 am PDT #12600 of 30000
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
I hadn't even thought about that stuff in a while. I think it was that many guys on my wing didn't like me because they thought I was gay.