FLOOR WARZ!!
Dec. 11th, 2003 03:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zana16Dude! I knew there was a reason I was staying up so late reading Sirius/Snape fic (oh, come on. It's not as icky and blonde and underage as Harry/Draco.)
Oooooh, the RC is PISSED. I go out in the hall when I hear people running away giggling, Erin is there with a WTF? expression and she asks me what's up. I say, it's written on all the whiteboards. Then I proceed to the bathroom to take my shower, open the door and start laughing. The fourth floor has taken all of our doors off the bathroom stalls, and God only knows what they've done with them. Also, general graffiti on all washable surfaces, and a photo with all of them holding the doors hostage (which, of course, is what is going to land them in deep shit, since the college came down really hard last year when the tradition was started, and it's our VP who's initiated all of it, both times). So, it's amusing, I laugh. I take off my glasses, step into the shower stall with my towel, pull back the curtain AND THERE'S SOMEONE THERE. Thank God I was not naked or anything, cause it was bad enough that I yelled "Shit!" loud enough that Julia came down from the third floor to see what was up, and I just thought it was one of the seniors from the 4th floor. Cause I can't see anything. So, closer inspection reveals that it is not in fact a person (probably good for their safety) but a cardboard cutout of Angelina Jolie. Which I fully intend to hold hostage. Hee!
This just entirely made my day. Or night. Whatever. 'Course, now I've got this adrenaline thing happening.
Oooooh, the RC is PISSED. I go out in the hall when I hear people running away giggling, Erin is there with a WTF? expression and she asks me what's up. I say, it's written on all the whiteboards. Then I proceed to the bathroom to take my shower, open the door and start laughing. The fourth floor has taken all of our doors off the bathroom stalls, and God only knows what they've done with them. Also, general graffiti on all washable surfaces, and a photo with all of them holding the doors hostage (which, of course, is what is going to land them in deep shit, since the college came down really hard last year when the tradition was started, and it's our VP who's initiated all of it, both times). So, it's amusing, I laugh. I take off my glasses, step into the shower stall with my towel, pull back the curtain AND THERE'S SOMEONE THERE. Thank God I was not naked or anything, cause it was bad enough that I yelled "Shit!" loud enough that Julia came down from the third floor to see what was up, and I just thought it was one of the seniors from the 4th floor. Cause I can't see anything. So, closer inspection reveals that it is not in fact a person (probably good for their safety) but a cardboard cutout of Angelina Jolie. Which I fully intend to hold hostage. Hee!
This just entirely made my day. Or night. Whatever. 'Course, now I've got this adrenaline thing happening.
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Date: 2003-12-11 12:48 am (UTC)(tell I'm tired yet?)
Serius/Snape: their love is so cainine :D
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