one more miracle

Whaaaat the actual fuck.

At 6 AM I was woken up by the fire alarm. Okay. That happens. Annoying as fuck, but okay. I pulled on warm things and stumbled outside blearily with my roommates. And then proceeded to stand outside for an hour and a half in the freezing cold. It was easily the coldest night of the season so far. The alarms in our buildings are the most ear piercing sound accompanied by strobing lights, which is oh so fun. It took the fire department about half an hour to even show up, and then they couldn't turn off the alarm. YEAH. We had to wait another hour for a security company to show up and figure out how to turn it off.

So they finally did, and we wander inside. I fall into bed to TRY to get some sleep, and five minutes later? THE ALARM STARTS AGAIN. I press my hands to my ears hoping it will stop. It does after about 30 seconds. Okay. A couple more minutes.... IT STARTS AGAIN. It went on like that, in bursts, for about five mintues. Then, blissfully, it stopped. As soon as I was half asleep.... it starts again! Hooooly shit. It was like constant repeated shots of pure adrenaline. I was so annoyed but didn't want to go anywhere. I finally managed to get a few hours of sleep, but guess what? IT JUST WENT OFF AGAIN. AT NOON.

*STAB STAB STAB* If they don't figure this out I'm gonna KILL someone. And today was supposed to be super productive! I went to bed at 2 and set my alarm for 9:30 and I was going to get SO MUCH DONE. I am angry. >:(

How is your Saturday, flist of mine?

I just got to school an hour early. I got here at NINE instead of TEN. WHO DOES THAT??? I must have forgotten to switch my alarm to later from yesterday (though I swear I remember changing it) and so I walk into lecture and it's like "Chemistry of the atmosphere! Woo!" And I'm like "Bzuh? Quantum? Wha?" And then Sean laughed at me and told me to go take a nap.

I ALSO managed to forget my student ID, my debit cards, and money. HAHAHA WOW GOOD JOB IDIOT. (Luckily I have a boyfriend who will not let me starve. Yay. See I knew they were good for something!)

*headdesk times a million*

So I had a dream that my little brother murdered my little sister (he's 15, she's 12). It was really, really disturbing. And long, and in depth, and detailed, and plotty! WTF brain. He shot her over a BOARD GAME, of all things (and why the hell did he have a gun?) and I was there when it happened but for some reason I didn't tell anyone. He hid her body and everything. And I kept waiting for the cops to get him. And then the dream did this weird hop forward in time thing, and I found out that he'd barely gotten punished at all and was out free.

Eek. Not a pleasant dream, at all.

*hides*

So you've all probably heard about the new plans for the userinfo design. Basically, it looks like CRAP. Complete and utter crap. And it's functionality isn't improved at all! *sighs* Oh LJ, I do love you so, but why must you insist on messing on the things that are already fine, and ignoring the problems you do have?

txvoodoo has created a poll asking people how old they are, in an effort to show that LJ isn't just a teen hangout and that there should be no push to be more like MySpace (and that's something I can totally get behind - I may be a teen myself, but MySpace makes me want to GAG). So take the poll HERE, especially if you're of the relatively older (25 and up) set! (ETA: If you go to the link for the poll, there's also info and links about the changes, if you haven't heard about them already)

So according to the IMDB message boards (not exactly reliable, I know, and rather lacking in intelligence, but still) Troy Duffy (director of Boondock Saints for those not in the know) has an "addiction" (I dunno to what), he and Norman had a falling out so Norman won't be in a sequel if there is one, and Duffy is looking to recast Murphy.

Say it with me folks. WTF.

If a sequel gets made without Willem AND without Norman, I refuse to see it. Ever.

Sigh.

Off to watch the original to cheer myself up. *cuddles Murphy with his utterly Norman hand gestures of WTFness*