Direct line to the 4th dimension
ETA: Holy crap, I forget how rambling and valley-girl I sound when I update LJ. Sorry guys, I'm really not this stupid! *g*
Okay. Hee, I say this everytime now, but I SUCK at updating LJ.
I'm not going to bother going on about my birthday cuz it would just take entirely too long, so I'm only going to say that it was FABULOUS, and was basically spread out over about a week and a half, and I have NO problem with that. *snrk* I feel very pampered and loved and I thank you all for being lovely, LOVELY people and spoiling me horribly.
And now I am going to talk about Easter, and how I got ahold of Satan's voicemail Friday night.
Nicole and I (have you noticed how many of my stories about me being stupid and/or silly involve nicole?) went to see a movie friday night, but because I am slow and got home so late, the only showing of any movie we could make that we were even VAGUELY interested in seeing was The Prince and Me. It was actually terribly endearing, if rather formulaic, but I adore Julia Stiles and whoever was playing the prince--Luke something---was hawt, IMHO. Ahh, the joys of being rather easily pleased. *G* SO. Anyway. After the movie, we randomly drove around the parking lot (and probably confused the hell out of the one other car there) staring at the goose who'd arbitrarily decided to make its nest on one of the islands there (this while nicole was on the phone with her boyfriend). Hee, anyway, we went to Steak N Shake afterwards, because.. well... just because.
SO. Long story short, you guys all know that Tommy Tutone song from the 80's? "EIGHT SIX SEVEN FIVE THREE OH NIIIIIIIIIIIIINE" yeah that one. I had put it on a CD I made for nicole and we both had it in our heads. And she told me that apparently during the 80's when that song first came out, loads of people started calling that number and were all, "hur hur, is jenny there? cuz I got your number DURHAY!" and my response was that, well, hey. people are stupid. and I went on to PROVE this statement by saying, "LET'S TRY CALLING IT!!"
SOOOOOOOOO we randomly start calling random long-distance numbers all ending in 867-5309 (on our cell phones which, might I add, is horrendously expensive, but see above comment that people are stupid). Now naturally we didn't get anything, but on my, like, third attempt... I actually got something. An actual answer. Only it sounded like---and I am not kidding---a very large animal making horrific moaning, groaning noises into a microphone, for a duration of about 15 seconds. And THEN at the end of this BIZARRE ASS NOISE I heard a "beeeep!" like an answering machine tone. I left a dumb message like "dur, is this 867-5309?" in a small scared-child voice then immediately proceeded to make Nicole call it. She got the same bizarre ass noise and beep, and HER message was like, "my band my band my band you don't even know the name of my band SALSAAAAAAAAAAA" and then she hung up. *dieS*
SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOo since it was like 1 in the morning and we were giggly as all hell, she started going on about how I had found satan's answering machine and I am so not kidding, that is exactly what it sounded like. (I'm going to be a hobag and say the area code was something like 503 or something thereabouts, in case you feel like TESTING my theory.) And that's my entertaining story for this LJ post.
And I was going to babble on about one of the RP's I'm in, but at the moment I have the attention span of a small, paranoid muskrat and I'm ending it here. ;)
Okay. Hee, I say this everytime now, but I SUCK at updating LJ.
I'm not going to bother going on about my birthday cuz it would just take entirely too long, so I'm only going to say that it was FABULOUS, and was basically spread out over about a week and a half, and I have NO problem with that. *snrk* I feel very pampered and loved and I thank you all for being lovely, LOVELY people and spoiling me horribly.
And now I am going to talk about Easter, and how I got ahold of Satan's voicemail Friday night.
Nicole and I (have you noticed how many of my stories about me being stupid and/or silly involve nicole?) went to see a movie friday night, but because I am slow and got home so late, the only showing of any movie we could make that we were even VAGUELY interested in seeing was The Prince and Me. It was actually terribly endearing, if rather formulaic, but I adore Julia Stiles and whoever was playing the prince--Luke something---was hawt, IMHO. Ahh, the joys of being rather easily pleased. *G* SO. Anyway. After the movie, we randomly drove around the parking lot (and probably confused the hell out of the one other car there) staring at the goose who'd arbitrarily decided to make its nest on one of the islands there (this while nicole was on the phone with her boyfriend). Hee, anyway, we went to Steak N Shake afterwards, because.. well... just because.
SO. Long story short, you guys all know that Tommy Tutone song from the 80's? "EIGHT SIX SEVEN FIVE THREE OH NIIIIIIIIIIIIINE" yeah that one. I had put it on a CD I made for nicole and we both had it in our heads. And she told me that apparently during the 80's when that song first came out, loads of people started calling that number and were all, "hur hur, is jenny there? cuz I got your number DURHAY!" and my response was that, well, hey. people are stupid. and I went on to PROVE this statement by saying, "LET'S TRY CALLING IT!!"
SOOOOOOOOO we randomly start calling random long-distance numbers all ending in 867-5309 (on our cell phones which, might I add, is horrendously expensive, but see above comment that people are stupid). Now naturally we didn't get anything, but on my, like, third attempt... I actually got something. An actual answer. Only it sounded like---and I am not kidding---a very large animal making horrific moaning, groaning noises into a microphone, for a duration of about 15 seconds. And THEN at the end of this BIZARRE ASS NOISE I heard a "beeeep!" like an answering machine tone. I left a dumb message like "dur, is this 867-5309?" in a small scared-child voice then immediately proceeded to make Nicole call it. She got the same bizarre ass noise and beep, and HER message was like, "my band my band my band you don't even know the name of my band SALSAAAAAAAAAAA" and then she hung up. *dieS*
SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOo since it was like 1 in the morning and we were giggly as all hell, she started going on about how I had found satan's answering machine and I am so not kidding, that is exactly what it sounded like. (I'm going to be a hobag and say the area code was something like 503 or something thereabouts, in case you feel like TESTING my theory.) And that's my entertaining story for this LJ post.
And I was going to babble on about one of the RP's I'm in, but at the moment I have the attention span of a small, paranoid muskrat and I'm ending it here. ;)