Another Irish Drinking Song

Argh.

Rargh.

Grah.

My mother.

After I go and get that Facebook she SO DESPERATELY wanted me to get, she has now invoked Parental Clause Epsilon, which apparently states, "If your  child belongs to any social networking site, no matter if it's safe or not, no matter if YOU MADE THEM DO IT or not, that AUTOMATICALLY CONFERS UPON YOU THE RIGHT TO GO THROUGH THEIR GODDAMN EMAIL AND WATCH EVERYTHING ANYONE EVER WRITES ON THEIR WALL OR WHATEVER.  AND THE RIGHT TO MAKE COMMENTS ABOUT HER FRIENDS."

My anger has left me speechless, otherwise I'd be voiceposting so you can hear my seething rage.

Also, apparently it is a BAD THING to have internet friends.  Because every single person on the interwebz is a CREEPER.  YES, THEY FAKED ALL THEIR SPEECH PATTERNS AND OTHER RL/INTERNET FRIENDS AND THOSE PHOTOS OF THEM AT CONS.  THEY ARE ALL CREEPERS.  YOU STUPID CHILD.

[/inarticulate ire]

EDIT: Also, Happy Thanksgiving.  I am so thankful for this livejournal and all my wonderful creeper Internet friends.  You guys pick me up when I'm down, and make me glad to have the interwebz.  ILU all. <3

Really.  It doesn't.

Finally, a night with no giant project due the next day!  *whoo!*  I'mma post this, and work on that Itachi/Anko I'm writing uhh DO MY CALCULUS HOMEWORK, YUPPERZ.

Been obsessed with this video.  PIPE WRENCH FIIIIIIIGHT~  (spoof of the Take On Me music video, lol) (Thanks so much to lynxgriffin , who introduced me to it.  ^^)

I've become obsessed with downloading anime themes/obscure music from the Internet.  I'm just asking to get a virus, aren't I?  IF U HAS ANY, PRZ TO BE GIVING LINKS, KTHX~

A totally random thought that has been mulling around in my brain: I walk around all day planning out these well-thought, well-spoken rants or long posts to post, and then I go to post them and get bored.  I'm such a loser.  But!  Here's a snapshot of some topics that have been brewing:

--My night college speech class I'm taking at a local university, and how much I HATE IT WITH HAETING.
--Visiting Colgate University and falling in love with it forever.  GOING HERE NAO, KTHX~
--A long rant on how fandom has become so angry and unfun on the internet, especially long series like Naruto and Bleach.  Look.  Let me like Sasuke in peace, and quit barfing your wank all over me.  I don't see why I have to develop a guilt complex over enjoying the escapism of a dorky anime cartoon after being shoved into a fluourescent-lit classroom and those stupid chairdesks for seven straight hours, going to chorus/workout/work/night class, coming home, racing to get the bare minimum of work done before the next day, collapsing into bed, and then get ting up and doing it all over again.  LET ME HAVE MY SHINY, BRAINLESS ENTERTAINMENT.  I DON'T WANT TO UNDERSTAND A LITTLE OF YOUR HATRED.  (haha, lame chapter 416 reference for the lose win)
--Why the hell do I keep missing my exboyfriend?
--Jealousy, and how I seem to be secretly susceptible to it, especially (and this is the weird thing) concerning other people's relationships.
--a fic recs post!  :D
--My relationship with my problem-sister seems to have taken a suddent turn for the better in the past two weeks.  Optimism, I can has it?
--My relationship with my mom is heading for the trash can, and I don't want it to be irrevocable.
--I HATE MY JOURNALISM TEACHER WITH FIRE.  ELDERS' HEADS DASHED TO THE WALL, NAKED INFANTS SPITTED UPON PIKES HATRED.  CALLING LIGHTNING DOWN FROM THE SKY HATRED.  HATE.
--Bleach anime for the lulz.  Although that one is probably gonna go on the writing journal if I ever get around to it.


We're watching Pushing Daisies in my Creative Writing class while my teacher grades our anthologies for this quarter!  I LOVE THIS SHOW WITH SO MUCH LOVING LOVE.  :DDDD

 Does anyone on my f-list play softball?  Anyone?  Because I'm going to feel like I'm talking to a wall here if not.