why do things make noise

good ev...oh, fuck it.

i fucking hate that thing on the top of the AIM window that plays music whenever you make the slightest movement, such as breathe anywhere near it. i keep rolling over it by accident while i'm trying to do productive things lie and all of a sudden 'does that make me CRAAAAAAAAAAZZZZAAAAYYYYYYY?' comes blaring out of my brother's laptop which apparently has no sort of volume control system whatsoever. that really charms the 35 year old yuppies also doing the late-night-wireless-in-the-lobby thing. plus they already love me because im sitting here using the ONLY available power outlet...brilliant design really: free wireless, seating for seven, ONE outlet. fucking genius.

of course, thats not nearly as awkward as the time i signed on to AIM in the middle of the fourth floor of the library on my then-boyfriend's laptop, only to have it announce "SEXY GIRL IS HERE" to the entire floor. nice. nothing makes an entrance like a lady robot proclaiming your arrival to a room currently filled with COMPLETE AND UTTER SILENCE, as well as number of diligent students who now think i'm either totally full of myself or trying to pick up a 12 year old in a chat room. the kicker is that im sure i probably programmed it to say that at some point in the distant past, assuming that the hapless victim would not, in fact, be me. oh karma you are a slutty whore.