I got on the internet to post a new alcoholic drink I have invented and of which have become a #1 fan.

2 parts Margarita mix
2 parts vodka
1 part orange juice

I call it The Russian Sabbatical. No ice/freezing/blending/mixing required, as long as contents are cold to begin with (vodka from freezer). Ice is optional, in case you must have cold -- but in my mind, a Ruski has traveled to Mexico and is enjoying a nice brunch margarita (thus the OJ) on the beach. It is sickeningly sweet and fruity and girly and cheap and retarded but effects are lovely.

I haven't tried it with Aristocrat, but I'm hazarding a guess that even the crappiest vodka is undetectable. It's like Gogo's PJ.

I may just have waaaay too high of a tolerance; hopefully this is not the issue. Stereotypically, my people cannot handle their firewater. FYI, I can make a mean Gin & Sin, ask the fiancé.

Regardless -- semester's over: I'm spending the night on the couch watching TV, wasting time online, maybe doing some stupid PC gaming, drinking my beverage, and otherwise doing NOTHING.
Mark is asleep upstairs and Alex is asleep on the other couch. LIFE IS SO CHILL.

(also a+ to my Soulmate, Lykke Li is like water to my musical soul)

yeeeeep livejournal. you were made for bad decisions. but i decide to leave those bad decisions there to remind me that no, getting plastered and going on the internet is, in fact, not a great idea.

can we ban the phrase "FUNNY PIC!" from the internet?

I would say you could find absolutely anything with Google -- it's just that the one thing I've ever really needed to find, I couldn't, and can't.

Why I keep looking, I have no idea.

I LIED! While something/one fucked with my Facebook account (general Facebook security?), it's MY HEATSINK! I think. Maybe.
I wrote a really long e-mail to Dell about it, because actually explaining technical problems to technical support in technical terms IN REAL TIME is just -- oh my god it's horrible. So I basically wrote what might as well have been a manifesto based on my complete lack of faith in ear-to-ear or IM-to-IM conversation with an actual person with issues as important as my fucked up gfx.

ANYWAY. This is absolutely essential, and if for some absurd reason you don't want to listen to 4 minutes and 42 seconds of pure gold, here are my favorite parts:

http://www.thedailyshow.com/video/index.jhtml?videoId=183521&title=john-mccain-chooses-a-running

0:46 - 1:06 -- Why Sarah Palin?
1:39 - 2:27 -- I want to ruin the punchline so bad but basically this is one of my favorite Daily Show moments EVER.
2:27 - 2:52 -- What is are to be VP?
Samantha Bee has the last part of the segment -- and if you have a vagina and love your vagina, I suggest you watch this.

for the first time in my life, my compy's got a virus. and a shitty one. and i am going to have to backup and reinstall SUPER FRESH because it's fucked with my drivers and got access to my passwords, which is excellent and super stupid.
i don't even know what the thing is, but i have a suspicion it's probably from that 3rd party application i downloaded to sync up an app for my iPhone with Microsoft Outlook. I SHOULD KNOW BETTER. WHO AM I??

i should also not be so brazen as to assume that my antivirus program is something that's simply taking up memory (and thus ending its process or just abandoning it altogether).

so i'm in safe mode.
i suck.

goddammit.

(also plz let me know if "i" sent you a message or did something funny on facebook, which is where i've gotten my security alert)

i have also just discovered that today, frank posted the only postcard i ever mailed in to postsecret.

i sent it months ago, and the world is fucking with me.

Last night I dreamt about getting an airedale terrier with three legs, except he was mostly whitish instead of black and tan. He was really sweet. I bought him off e-Bay from some dude.

I also think I had a dream about flying through a really, really dark storm -- I was doing okay for a while, but then things got worse and I got tired and just started falling. Flying/falling dreams are cliché. I need new ones.

This week's PostSecret had three cards in a row that made me feel really weird, like PostSecret was reading my mind.

My 21st birthday is in 10 hours and 35 minutes. I will actually be 21 years old in 23 hours and 46 minutes.

NEAT.