You know you're obsessed with YWS when...

Durriedog wrote:xD When you realise you can log into your computer, get the internet up, search YWS on Google and log in without even looking at your computer.

Why do you do that? It seems unnecessary to type it into Google when you can just type it into your address bar.

Nate wrote:

Durriedog wrote:xD When you realise you can log into your computer, get the internet up, search YWS on Google and log in without even looking at your computer.

Why do you do that? It seems unnecessary to type it into Google when you can just type it into your address bar.

True, but it can get annoying when you're typing youtube.com in the address bar. I go to YWS waaaaay more often than youtube, so it'll autocomplete the line and make me go to YWS instead. XD

Snoink wrote:

Nate wrote:

Durriedog wrote:xD When you realise you can log into your computer, get the internet up, search YWS on Google and log in without even looking at your computer.

Why do you do that? It seems unnecessary to type it into Google when you can just type it into your address bar.

True, but it can get annoying when you're typing youtube.com in the address bar. I go to YWS waaaaay more often than youtube, so it'll autocomplete the line and make me go to YWS instead. XD

Just type yws into the address bar if you're using Firefox. It takes you directly to the site.

Getting to YWS isn't the problem. It's youtube!

Also:

You know you're obsessed with YWS when...

Hey! It's just what I do! *grumpily pets trodden-on ego*

When you argue with the head.

When you see the following ad and think of Nate = > http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8avOiTUcD4Y

When you see pigs and immediately think 'SnRöh?'

When *hugs* turns into *tackleclinghugs!* after a spin the the chat-mobile.

Duna-duna-duna-duna duna duna duna duna CHATMAN!!!

When you wonder who the chatman is.

When your brain works without you about it and makes up things like the above.

When being featured on YWS is a bigger deal than getting an A in maths was *guilty*

When you stay on so late that it's become a new day. Don't worry, even going to bed early would just result in me tossing and turning.

When your mind is always thinking of new excuses reasons to ban people.

When you stay on so late that it's become a new day. Don't worry, even going to bed early would just result in me tossing and turning.

That too.

When you forget about your Facebook addiction.

When you forget how to netspeak.

When you log off and log on after 2 minutes.

When you come up (in your head) with a story about YWS and all the members you know.

When you stay up very late to chat with other members in different time zones.

When you check it, first thing in the morning, as if it were the morning paper.

When you think of how proud your English and Literature teachers would be if they saw the product of their classes.

When you feel guilty for not having written anything for two days.

When your mum calls you for dinner and you say "I'm coming" but you don't get up for another...2 hours!

When you wish you could meet all these awesome YWSers!

When you don't concentrat in any class except Lit. and English.

Finally, when you decide to change your signature to your username. (Yeah, I sign with 'Mikko' now and it's really nice actually. Better than the old one I had).

Oh and I also have a YWS folder : )

When you stay up till 3am, constantly refreshing the recent posts to see if anything new happens on the site.

When you're the only one on chat because everyone else has regained their sanity and went to bed.

3 am?!
I stayed up whole nights refreshing.

When people start noticing the fact you're online for more than 24 hours straight

When people start noticing the fact you're online for more than 24 hours straight

Like me.

I thought I was the only one who sits for hours refreshing. xD

High-five. I do the same thing. It takes a lot of courage for me to say "It's alright now, go to bed!!!"

When you're awake at 5am posting madly in the Time Wasters forum.

When your mom grounds you from YWS. True story.