stoopbeck

So my paid account expires soon. I really haven't done much with LJ recently. Should I fork over the money, or let it default to the standard unpaid journal complete with crazy ads? I mean, it's not like I use more than a couple of icons, and I'm pretty sure I've posted maybe twice in the last two months.

Maybe I should just buy the two-month package and see where I am in two months?

Uuuuugh why am I such a failure at everything?! (This was rhetorical PLEASE DO NOT LIST WHY)

Quick, LiveJournal! ( Is this too macabre for a birthday card? )

Better late than never, yes?



My new goal in life: to walk into a bank and ask for my life savings-- IN DINOSAURS. (Also OMG TRIVIA CLASSES WHERE DO I SIGN UP PRETTY PLEASE)

As seen on scifigirl's LJ!

Put iTunes on shuffle, take the first line from the first 20 songs and use them to make a poem. Use the first line of the 21st song as the title.

( MOST AWESOME MEME EVER )

So like a genius I went to bed at 3:45 AM last night, and woke up at 7:45 so I could tidy my room very quickly before the Pest Control guy came in at 8 AM. I figured, hey, I can always take a quick nap after he leaves.

It's 8:34. He still hasn't gotten here. Argh!

Why did I think it was such a good idea to stay up late? Why?

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There are tears running down my face, y'all. That's how hard I'm laughing.

I know I haven't been posting in a while but I haven't really had anything worth writing about.

UNTIL TODAY.

Today I had 70 new emails in my Huntingdon account. One third was Facebook stuff, one third was regular run-of-the-mill spam, and the final third was spam-- from me. My Huntingdon email account is sending itself spam. It's really effing creepy. Normal spammy stuff like "Tell everone about or sale" and "Now you can last longer in bedroom," but also the hella creepy "We have your home video," "We have all your personal info." And the horribly mystifying, "If you read it, you can't make your."

Dear internet, stop freaking me out. Love, Alex.

I hate the Presidential debates.

And not just because my entire family is rooting for McCain, and Danny makes snide comments while Obama's speaking, and Dad flips out about how the filming of the debate is biased because almost every shot of McCain showed the timing indicator lights. (Which, for the record, was true only for one question, during which McCain was standing directly in front of the light. SHEESH, DAD.) That's stressful enough.

What I hate, though, is the fact that NOBODY ANSWERS THE FRIGGIN QUESTIONS. I want to know their answers to these carefully-thought-out questions, and half their answer is spent on the party line and half is spent on discrediting the opponant, and while that's all fine and good, I WANT TO KNOW THEIR POSITIONS ON THE SITUATIONS OUTLINED IN THE QUESTIONS. And while I know that isn't really the point of the debates, not really, I WANT TO KNOW.

ARGH.