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Journal Some Woman's Journal: Ramble Without Perspective, Part 2 44

Journal by Some Woman

This is a continuation of my prior tale. Here is Part I. Oh, did I say two parts? I meant three. The best is yet to come. :^)

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ACT THE SECOND

Ah yes, Thursday 22 July, 2004. Setting: I am at work. Doing workish things.

Cell Phone: *ring* *ringring*
SW: Hello?
Wit: Have you seen the latest note?
SW: No. What does it say?
Wit: "For 1 Day: Please leave windows and shades closed during hot hours of the day. If it's not more comfortable in here in the evening than it has been w/ the windows open all day, fine... open them. If it IS, can we PLEASE continue opening them @ night, closing them during the day." [1]
SW: Interesting.
Wit: But the heat index yesterday was over 100 degrees! It's only 70 degrees today. Of course it's going to be cooler in the house.
SW: True. And it isn't at all humid because it rained last night.
Wit: I know! Her experiment isn't going to work. I'm just going to open the windows.

Approximately one hour later.

Cell Phone: *ring* *ringring*
SW: Hello?
Wit: Okay. I wrote her a note. I want to know what you think.
SW: Okay. What does it say?
Wit: [The Crazy]-
I am sorry that we cannot continue with your house cooling experiment. Comparing the perceived temperatures of past with the perceived temperature today is not going to give us any answers, especially on a day like today, when it is 30 cooler than is has been in the past few days. It is irrelevant which method keeps the house cooler. The majority of the residents in the house, including the acting house directors, are more comfortable with the windows open. The fresh air and circulation make these residents feel cooler, whether or not the temperature in the house is physically lower. You can use whatever methods you like to keep your own room cool, but in common areas, please keep the windows open. Thank you.
SW: Hm. That's far more polite than I would be.
Wit: That's the idea. Is there anything you would add?
SW: No. I think it sounds good.
Wit: Should I sign it?
SW: I don't know if that's a good idea. I would fear retaliation.
Wit: Okay. I'll just leave it as is and post it on her door.

[1] Funny that. See, when I came home at 9:00 PM one night and opened the windows, she closed them at about 10:00 PM by our estimates. No clue what her definition of "night" is.

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ACT THE THIRD

I was home for 15 minutes between the hours of 7:30 AM and 9:00 PM. This is the tale of these minutes.

SW: *comes home from work, opens windows, walks into kitchen to make quick dinner* Hm. That's interesting. This is Wit's note up on the kitchen cabinet. With a two page response. And a Post-It note.

We are sad to report that the note has been reclaimed (we will get to this later). Here are the Cliff's notes:

  • It is only 15 degrees cooler today than yesterday (this topic covered extensively with much use of exclamation points).
  • The sorority is ganging up against the boarders who are not members of the sorority.
  • People are trying to make her life miserable, especially [Some Woman] and [Spex]
  • "And, oh yeah...The house is cooler today because the windows were CLOSED."

Whatever. Fruitcake.

SW: *writes Post-It note* "Wit- This was in the kitchen. I thought you might like to read it. I don't know what her deal with Spex is. I'm glad she attributed the note to me, because you have to live with her next year" *takes note up to Wit's room and slips it under door* I think I will go to my room and enjoy a nice leisurely 7 minutes until I have to leave.
Floor: *pound* *pound* *stomp*
SW: *looks over, warily*
Door: *bambam bam*
SW: *eats food*
Door: *bambam bam* *pound* *bam*
SW: *slowly realizing there is only one exit unless she does some speedy screen removal, answers door*
The Crazy: Why did you take down my note?![1]
SW: I thought the person who wrote the note to you would like to see the response.
The Crazy: Well, I wanted everyone to see it! It should be posted publicly!
SW: You'll have to take it up with the person who wrote the note. *SW is not dumb enough to mention Wit's name*
The Crazy: *Retreats huffily.*
SW: *Locks door, goes to kitchen to wash dirty plate*
The Crazy: *demandingly* Who wrote the note?!
SW: *walks out door*
The Crazy: *yells through kitchen window* I live in this goddamn house, too! I deserve to know who the house manager is!
SW: *gets on bike, goes to class*

[1] Notice the crazed presumptions? This same thing happened tonight when she woke me up from my nap to say *in snotty voice* "Stop unplugging my internet please. Thank you." Suddenly every bad thing that happens to her is related to me. Makes me want to give her something to bitch about. :^)

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  • this sort of shit is what I really hate about girls.

    ....Bethanie....
  • Cant live with them, can't kill them (with out going to jail, that is).

  • Oh, the drama! Thankfully none of my roommates have ever acted the martyr. but then guys tend to resort to fisticuffs when tempers flare. I'm excited to see part 3. :)
  • in evil, mean ways.

    I mean, it's obvious this dumb hag has it out for you.

    So, put her mind at ease by actually having it out for her.

    You're a ChemE right? Means access to chemicals right?

    'nough said.
  • Kinesiology. PLEASE tell me it's at least, say, study of movement in ordinary circumstances, or study of movement in physical therapy for rotor cuff damage, not kinesiolog as in here-let-me-press-on-your-arm-to-see-if-you're-al l ergic-to-onions.

    Cause if it's the latter, i'm just gonna laugh.

    Oh, hell, i'm just gonna laugh anyway. What a fruitcake! These people grow up to be my Crazyass former upstairs neighbour who get herself evicted for being such a fruit loop.

    Save the notes, they come in handy later.
  • Ever thought about getting some diluted iodine and make a safe, yet loud, contact explosive? Your the ChemE, I'm sure you can figure out how to make it. Nothing harmful, just a light contact explosive... paint it on her doorknob (or on a post it not for fun). The moment she touches it *BOOM*! I bet you get no more crap from her again ;-)
    • Isn't that Tri-iodide? That stuff goes off with a feather's worth of pressure or static. I've seen a nifty video of it.

      Pretty cool. Except it could cause physical harm, even a tiny bit, due to the high ft/sec compression.

      jason
      • Except it could cause physical harm

        Like...to the doorknob? That'd be no good. Otherwise...carry on, I say!
        • Paint the latch of the door, the bit that opens and closes when you turn the doorknob. Especially if she's been in a slamming the doors mood for a while.

          *enters the house...* *slam* *SLAM* *BOOOOOM* (screaming)

      • I think its aluminum tri-iodide (SW would have to verify). My friend (in college) made if and used to paint all sorts shit with it. You'd hear a boom, and immediately my friend would laugh. Never hurt anyone, but he may have just been lucky.
  • Because of Part 1 of your melodrama, what could have become a nasty scene with Talinom about the living room box fans (he was pointing them out to draw out the heat, and I wanted at least one of them pointed in to bring IN the cool air) turned out to be a short discussion with comments about thermodynamics, and the 6th law.

    Last night, when the air outside was noticably cooler than inside, he set up the fans with one pointing out and one pointing in. This morning when I got up, the living room was much ni

  • > "Stop unlugging my internet please. Thank you."

    Woah, SW. I had a cake when I walked in here. This entry just took it.
    Not that I'm a psychiatrist or anything, but it sounds like the only things that are "unlugged" are the cables in her brain/reality interface.

    Must be all of the jumping jacks. I always suspected that they were capable of causing culmulative damage.

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