Farrarian Tales

We the People of Farrar Hall at Western Baptist College write this journal and log so that in the future, not only will we remember, but also that the outside world will know just exactly how insane we are.

Friday, August 25, 2006

1/23/00

Too many distractions and intense depression have kept me from keeping this log. But it must be written, I must continue.
Farrar has turned into an insane asylum.
Monkey-like screams were heard. Bill commented that they sounded like a constipated monkey.
Sounds of someone being tortured were heard.
Men bounced off walls and doors.
More screams.
A wailing wall has been erected in room 308 for people who wish to pray for the Messianic computer.
We did not anticipate having to fight not against the flesh, but the powers of Microsoft. The great Saga continues. Windows 98 is being re-loaded for the 4th time tonight. We will do battle until 12:00, then it is time for bed.
Duck is alive.
Wallace discovered his cookies in room 308.
Jeff searched for a cordless drill.
"I kicked his butt!" was yelled randomly in the hall.
Bill announces that there is something theologically wrong with Bob's computer.
Friday night and into Saturday morning Bob and Bill play the first ever Pod Race over the network. Two races were run, ending in a one to one tie.
Another Pod Race will take place tonight to decide once and for all this weekend, who's the fastest.

Monday, August 21, 2006

1/14/00

For a brief moment Bill, Bob, and Jeff were in the hall at the same time. Then we all left.
Bill got his hard drives mixed up. He almost deleted Windows instead of LINUX, or was that LINUX instead of Windows? As of 10:57 pm the matter was still unresolved.
The hall is quiet for the first time since Sunday, Jan. 9th.
At 10:58 pm, Bill has gone insane.
Tyson is also insane, he is doing " a little homework."

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

1/13/00 Thursday

Bill and Bob got up at 7:00am. Bill went to study the Bible, Bob played on the computer until 10:00am.
Bill finally bought a guitar. A Fender. it plays nice.
Exceeding joy oozed into the hall. Then we went to bed.
Bob joined the Rebellion.

Thursday, August 10, 2006

1/12/00

During the past week, multiple trips to Fry's are made to get the Messianic computer operational.
As of today, NFS 3 is loaded, Pod Racer is loaded, and X-Wing Alliance is loaded.
Bob, a.k.a. "Ace" Azzameen tangled with the Viraxo.
Girlish screams were heard in the hall. Scott is accused and initially denies any involvement. But later it comes out that Scott has the strange talent after all.
Many other things happened in Farrar as well. If every one of them were written down, I suppose even the whole world would not have room for the books that would be written, and some people's reputations would never be salvaged.

Saturday, August 05, 2006

Jan 8 2000 The First Entry of the New millennium

*First, I Bob must apologies. I have been on vacation. Thanks for your patience*

Tonight only 4 people sleep on 3rd floor Farrar.
Randy had a Bar B Q.
The first Goodwill run of the millennium was made, as well as the first WinCo run.
The hall is so silent, the sound of Christmas lights blinking on and off can be heard in Bob and Bill's room.
The afore mentioned room looks like a small Oklahoman town after it has just been destroyed by a large twister.
Bob is afraid to open the fridge, for fear that by doing so evolution could finally be proven, and that the lifeforms would be hostile.
Jeff built a roller coaster and read about the Teacher who appeared in Africa, who will lead the world to peace and prosperity for all.
Bob pondered -"If someone farts in a room with no one else in it, does it still stink?"
Welcome to the new millennium Farrar.