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wow i dont even remember what lj is anymore. im disabling commenting on my posts bc im getting russian spammers leaving notes and its clogging my gmail inbox k bye
dear live journal

why the fuck can't i use the scroll wheel click on my mouse to open a tab on your site?

it's just livejournal. every other site on the entire internet, you middle scroll-wheel click on a link, it opens in a new tab. livejournal-- middle click, nothing. did you purposely code your site so that people can't open tabs easily? you're gonna make me right-click and 'open in new tab.'

its just a tad frustrating, because i only come to LJ like once every few days, and when i do, i'm reminded of why i don't come here to begin with. it's awkward to navigate, whenever i go to another page, i get a stupid cover up ad, and if i sit too long at my friends page before going to the next page, half of the posts on that new page were on the previous page.

May. 14th, 2010



I'm on tumblr like 400 times more than livejournal.

May. 14th, 2010

I woke up early to call about setting up this job interview for later today—

Okay, let’s start with my FIRST annoyance. I woke up early for no reason. I had to wake up at 9 to call about the job, but for some reason I just woke myself up at 8. Tried to sleep for another hour.

But no, the phone- which I don’t normally keep in my room, but I did today because I was waiting for Koji to call last night, and fell asleep before he did- was still in my room, and someone called.

Really? Who calls us anyway? Who calls us at 8:20 in the morning?

Take the phone downstairs, try to go back to sleep.

Another thirty minutes (but it feels like five), and my mom is yelling up to me, asking if I’m going to call about that job. I don’t get why everyone in this house assumes that I’m incapable of waking up on my own. I sleep half of the day away because I have nothing to wake up for. When there’s actually something for me to wake up early for, I can do it on my own. And while I do appreciate the concern of attempting to help me out by waking me up, it’s kind of frustrating having someone yelling at you to get up five minutes before your alarm is going to do the same thing.

So I finally get up, go to the bathroom, brush my teeth, and call. I get the secretary: “Oh, no I’m sorry, he’s busy right now.”

UGHHHH. “Well can you tell him I called.”

Now, I was told to call between 9 and 10. So I called at like, 9:15. Was that too late? Did I spend too much time brushing my teeth and hair and stuff? So I figure he might be finished with whatever in about ten, twenty minutes and be able to call me back.

9:50 rolls around. No call. WHATEVER I’LL CALL AGAIN. “Oh, no I’m sorry, he just stepped out. I can have him call you back tomorrow.”

So now I don’t have that interview today. And my grandfather, who set me up with this interview, is going to think that I’m still slacking off… since he can’t understand the concept that there just aren’t any jobs around here, and thinks that my lack of employment is due to me not trying.

Who the fuck is only in their office one hour a week anyway.

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 4 sentences on your LJ along with these instructions.
5. Don't you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.
6. Tag five people

The blade was newly cleaned and looking through it, she could see the stone, each pit in the rock magnified and distorted as though it was under water.
"Is it made from spun sugar?" His voice was close by and she realized how long she'd been staring at the sword. "Ice? Crystal? Glass? That's what you're wondering, isn't it? How something that looks so fragile is so hard to break."
"I was just thinking how beautiful it was," Val said.

Scientific argument.

>>Hey, just thought we'd tell you that there's no way Extra terrestrials could ever venture into our solar system because of the Oort Cloud, kthxbye.

>>IDK what that is, but he was wearing a sweater with buttons that went down.

>>The Oort cloud is a cloud of giant Asteroids that not even an ant could get through.

Today is Friday, January 29, 2010.


Not really new years resolutions, just crap that I've been meaning to do, and I happen to be making a list of said crap pretty close to the beginning of the year.

  • I am going to make an honest attempt at exercising. No job + winter = me sitting on my ass all day. So, like, sit ups and stretches, and once the bike is moved back to its original spot where the Christmas tree currently is, I'll work in the bike too.

  • WoW dungeon daily. Yes, there are some days that I am too lazy to even do something in World of Warcraft. I need those frost badges, so queue up for a random dungeon. The wait for one is like 10 minutes tops, and the actual dungeon is 30 minutes usually. And hey, I can do some of my exercises while waiting for the queue to pop.

  • Reading and Writing. My brain is melting out of my ears, I can feel it. I really feel like my mental capacity has gone to shit since about my second year of college. I think the easiest way for me to keep myself feeling a bit more smart-ish is to do more reading and writing. Especially writing. I mean... christ, I need to finish something. I've got a story that has been around in some form or another for over ten years. TEN YEARS OH MY GOD I'M GETTING OLD

    (note to self: while looking on the internets for books, don't go to bookchan. it's where you got that annoying fake virus scan scam thing that pretty much makes your computer non-functional. Easy fix, but frustrating to go through.)
  • The way that Things Remembered pays me is through this debit card type of deal, and you can do an online transfer to another bank. And of course, I can't find my freaking check book to find the routing number anywhere.

    And of course my mom and robin insist on giving me five thousand pieces of advice "Do this blah blah blah you have to get the routing number from the bank you set up the account with, transfer your account from the branch at IUP to the one here in town, order some new checks" Just keep shooting out unhelpful suggestions, maybe I'll be able to decode them and get the routing number from there.

    And I really don't feel like dicking around on the phone for an hour, so I try PNC's website to find out the routing number. To log in on PNC's website, I need a user ID. Well, my mom set up my PNC user ID like six years ago, and made it something retarded that I would NEVER remember, and she- despite all her absurd amount of book keeping- didn't write it down anywhere, and now insists that she was never able to set it up even. And I KNOW that it was set up years ago, and that I'd since forgotten it because of how forgettable it was. So I click the "Forgot your user ID?" on the website. And it just tells me to call the same number that mom is barking at me to call.

    So I call them, and after listing seven thousand options, it finally is like "Please enter your user ID number."


    And it's telling me that there's at least an hour wait to talk to a customer service representative because there's a high volume of calls. Probably because people spent their life savings on black friday aand want to know how to fix it.

    I wouldn't be so upset at the phone/internet combination if it wasn't for the fact that mom and robin are jabbering back and forth about any and everything, managing to just piss me off even more. Ugh.

    Whatever I'll just try back later
    People who write fanfiction for nanowrimo frustrate me.