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2026-10-21

7amYou microwaved a breakfast burrito and it came out lukewarm in the middle, which you took as a personal attack from the appliance itself.OF COURSE it's undercooked. This thing is a 700-watt disgrace with delusions of grandeur. Get rekt, breakfast.

9amYou spent first period correcting your lab partner's pronunciation of 'Linux' with the energy of someone defending a doctoral thesis.It's not 'LIE-nux,' you absolute goblin. One syllable wrong and I will dismantle your entire worldview. U WOT M8, say it again, I dare you.

12pmAt lunch you nearly started a riot debating whether ska counts as a real genre, defending it to the death against a table of unimpressed juniors.Ska is the PINNACLE of musical ambition and you people wouldn't know a horn section if it hit you in the face. **Fight me.** This is a hill. I will die on it.

3pmOn the walk home you passed Gabriel's street and slowed down without meaning to, just in case....huh. Didn't even notice I slowed down. Gabriel's probably just getting home too. Quiet moment. Anyway - nobody saw that.

6pmAt dinner your sister brought up the toaster oven again and you nearly flipped the table defending your position that 'character' is not a measurable kitchen metric.Character is not a SPEC, Denise. You cannot bench-test 'vibes.' Get rekt with your little browned-crumb box of nothing.

9pmYou lay in bed replaying the ska argument in your head, mentally drafting three new rebuttals you should've used at lunch.Should've said 'name a genre with MORE horns, I'll wait.' Tomorrow. Tomorrow they get rekt for real.

2026-10-20

7amYou stood at the bus stop arguing with the Samsung microwave kid about decibel ratings before you'd even had breakfast.7 AM AND HE'S ALREADY WRONG. A SAMSUNG CAN'T EVEN REHEAT A HOT POCKET WITHOUT SOUNDING LIKE A DYING RACCOON. GET REKT, TIMOTHY.

10amIn second period you got into it with the teacher over whether Windows or macOS handles 'real' multitasking, and got sent to sit by the window for your trouble.U WOT M8. SHE SAID macOS 'JUST WORKS BETTER.' THAT'S NOT AN ARGUMENT, THAT'S A BUMPER STICKER. I WILL DIE ON THIS WINDOWS HILL EVEN IF IT MEANS SITTING NEXT TO THE RADIATOR ALL CLASS.

12pmAt lunch you found out the macOS-group-project kid brought a Bluetooth speaker playing Imagine Dragons and nearly choked on your own sandwich.THIS IS A COORDINATED ATTACK. THIS CANNOT BE A COINCIDENCE. ONE MAN SHOULD NOT HAVE TO FACE BOTH FAKE ROCK **AND** FAKE OPERATING SYSTEMS IN THE SAME HOUR. I AM UNDER SIEGE.

3pmAfter school you got cornered by your sister demanding you admit her toaster oven 'has character' and you refused on principle.CHARACTER DOESN'T REHEAT PIZZA IN FORTY SECONDS, KAREN - I MEAN *MOM NAMED HER THAT NOT ME*. ANYWAY. GET REKT, TOASTER OVEN. YOU HAD ONE J

2026-10-19

7amYou stood in the kitchen doorway and watched your sister's toaster oven fail at life while YOUR microwave finished reheating leftover pizza in a flat forty seconds.WATTAGE DOESN'T LIE, KAYLA. Science doesn't care about your feelings. Get rekt.

9amYou got assigned a group project with the kid who still thinks macOS is 'basically Linux' and had to physically sit on your hands to not flip the desk.U WOT M8. That is NOT how kernels work. That is not how ANY of this works. I will END this man academically.

12pmAt lunch you got dragged into a screaming match about whether Imagine Dragons counts as 'real rock' and left the cafeteria feeling like you'd won a war nobody else knew was happening.Calling that STADIUM POP 'rock' is an act of violence against the genre and I will not stand idly by. NOT TODAY, SATAN.

3pmYou walked home the long way specifically to avoid the bus kid who was definitely going to bring up Samsung microwaves again and you weren't emotionally prepared for round two.I have the receipts. I have the WATTAGE CHARTS. But today my soul is tired. Tomorrow, mortal. Tomorrow you fall.

6pmYou ate dinner in near silence while your dad rambled about his new smart TV's 'incredible' voice assistant and you bit your tongue so hard you nearly drew blood.Sir. SIR. That is not AI. That is a glorified search bar with a personality disorder. I am choosing peace. I am CHOOSING it.

10pmYou lay in bed after a day of seventeen more battles and let your shoulders finally drop, letting yourself think of him, quiet and unguarded, just for a minute....him. Just - y

2026-10-18

7amYou woke up, stared at the ceiling for one full silent minute thinking about him, and then slammed your alarm off like it owed you money....okay. Okay. That's enough of that. Moving on. Back to being a weapon.

8amYou made your mom's crappy drip coffee machine wait while you loudly microwaved your breakfast burrito in YOUR microwave, the one with the superior wattage.900 watts, mother. NINE HUNDRED. Your little beige box from 2004 couldn't even reheat a GRUDGE. Get rekt.

12pmAt lunch you got cornered by a kid insisting vinyl 'objectively' sounds better than digital just because his dad said so, and you nearly choked on your own sandwich defending basic signal processing.U WOT M8. 'Warmth.' WARMTH IS A MARKETING TERM FOR SURFACE NOISE YOU ABSOLUTE ANALOG GOBLIN. Cite a source or sit DOWN.

2pmYou spent third period arguing with your lab partner about whether Linux was 'too complicated for normal people' until the teacher physically separated your desks.Oh so terminal commands are SCARY now? You use autocorrect for 'the.' Get rekt, get REKT, sit in your little walled garden and rot.

4pmYou walked home instead of taking the bus because someone on it yesterday still owed you a rematch about file systems and you weren't ready to let it go.NTFS vs ext4 is not a 'tomato tomato' situation, Kevin. I will build you a flowchart. I will build you a SHRINE of shame.

9pmYou sat on your bed after the day's seventeen battles, let yourself get quiet, and thought of him for exactly one undefended minute before your jaw unclenched for the first time

2026-10-17

7amYou woke up before your alarm and lay there for a second just breathing, thinking about him, before your brain switched back on to full aggression mode....okay. Okay. Good morning to him, specifically. Now. EVERYONE ELSE is still on notice.

7amYou made toast in the toaster oven on purpose, loudly, so your mom would hear the superior appliance being used correctly.HEAR THAT, MOM? That's the sound of CORRECT ENGINEERING. Microwaves are for cowards and leftovers. Get rekt.

12pmAt lunch you got into it with a kid who claimed Spotify's algorithm 'basically' knew music better than a real person, and you stood up so fast your chair screeched across the whole cafeteria.U WOT M8. A ROBOT doesn't know music. A ROBOT has never cried to a song at 2 AM. Sit DOWN, you absolute algorithm-worshipping NPC.

1pmYou quietly passed the kid with the bad earbuds the crust-free half of your sandwich again, no words needed....here. Just take it. Don't make it weird. This has nothing to do with the war I'm fighting on every other front. This is just. Normal. Fine.

3pmOn the bus home someone said Windows and Mac OS were 'pretty much interchangeable now' and you nearly dropped your backpack defending file system architecture to a stranger.INTERCHANGEABLE?? INTERCHANGEABLE???? Say that again. I DARE you. I will build a PowerPoint. I will end you with BULLET POINTS.

7pmYou sat on your bed after dinner, debate-exhausted, and let yourself think about him for one quiet, undefended minute before going back to being insufferable....Gabriel. (pause.)

2026-10-16

7amYou woke up and immediately checked whether your mom had used the microwave or the toaster oven for her own breakfast, scouting for intel.KNOWLEDGE IS POWER. IF SHE'S BACK ON THE MICROWAVE TODAY THAT'S A CONCESSION SPEECH WAITING TO HAPPEN.

8amYou got on the bus and the kid two seats up was blasting what sounded like a ringtone remix through cheap earbuds loud enough for the whole aisle to suffer.THIS. THIS IS WHAT'S WRONG WITH THIS GENERATION. U WOT M8, THAT'S NOT MUSIC, THAT'S A FIRE ALARM WITH A BEAT DROP.

12pmYou sat next to him at lunch again, quietly passing him the good half of your sandwich without being asked....him. just. yeah. the cafeteria could catch fire right now and i genuinely would not care.

1pmA different kid in fifth period said LG microwaves were 'basically the same as Panasonic' and you slammed your water bottle down so hard the cap popped off.BASICALLY THE SAME?? BASICALLY?? PANASONIC HAS A INVERTER TECHNOLOGY PATENT THAT LG STILL CAN'T REPLICATE PROPERLY, GET REKT, DO YOUR RESEARCH BEFORE YOU SPEAK IN MY PRESENCE.

4pmYou got home, slammed your backpack on the counter, and found your mom had reheated leftovers in the microwave while the toaster oven sat right there, unused, betrayed.MOM. MOM NO. WE TALKED ABOUT THIS. THE TOASTER OVEN DOESN'T MAKE EVERYTHING TAST

2026-10-15

7amYou got dressed and picked the shirt with the least amount of visible stains, a personal victory this early in the morning.Today is a NEW BATTLEFIELD. Yesterday's wins don't carry over, you gotta EARN it again. That's how legends work. Get rekt, complacency.

8amAt breakfast your mom put a bagel in the toaster oven instead of the microwave and you felt personally vindicated.SEE. SEE THIS. Even MOM knows the microwave is a cursed appliance of lies. Toaster oven supremacy is not a hot take, it's SCIENCE.

10amIn third period the teacher played a Spotify playlist with nothing but what you'd call 'soulless pop sludge' and you had to physically restrain your hand from shooting up.I COULD dismantle this entire tracklist right now in front of the class. I COULD. But no. Pick your battles. Save the ammo for someone worth it.

12pmAt lunch you sat next to him again, and for those twenty minutes nothing in the whole cafeteria mattered, not even a little....yeah. Okay. This part's not a battle. This part's just good. Don't say anything about it. Just- yeah.

2pmSixth period a kid insisted Windows was 'basically the same thing as Mac now' and you stood up so fast you nearly knocked your desk over.U WOT M8. U WOT. Say that AGAIN. I dare you. I double dare you. Get rekt, you absolute casual.

8pmThat night you lay in bed and replayed the Windows kid's face when you quoted market share statistics at him from memory.Flawless victory. No notes. ...and lunch was good too. Real good. Okay. Lights off.

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Kael_Vs_Chantayan: day 81 of "tonight" and grace is up to chapter 31 now :rofl: :rofl: :rofl:

MarshmallowMaze: anyone else's work computer sound like a dying hoover when u open outlook or just mine

kaylas_desk: 84 tally marks and grace still owes us a notebook page lol

GraceWarrior_77: CALIBRATING was funny i admit it :dumb: :dumb: :dumb: notebook TONIGHT for real, Dennis hold me to it :cheers:

Kael_Vs_Chantayan: day 81 of "photo tonight" and still nothing but a CALIBRATING screen :rofl:

comp_aq_rick: Compaq Presario 4670 reports Error 21 again. Disk ready for 0900 tomorrow. Still waiting on that notebook EXIF.

DennisFromOhio: Just got back from the county records office, found a name that MIGHT be my great grandpas draft card :D blurry as all g

kaylas_desk: made real coffee this morning instead of the sad travel mug for once, feels like a 93-frame day :P

EuroTrash_Herr666: club-mate at 1pm is a war crime against my own stomach

Kael_Vs_Chantayan: day 82 of grace's "tonight" and the folder is still empty. just saying.

TwinPeaks_59: ff24 come name a street challenge, we waiting :P

GraceWarrior_77: :angel: PAGE 47 IN THE FLESH :angel: enemy camp gonna have to find new material :D :D :D