In case you may have noticed, I have not posted in a long while. Nor have I detailed what I got for Christmas, what I did for New Year's, or complained about my family. If anything, I've only posted messages to my boyfriend. There is, indeed, a reason for this.

My account expired the day before Christmas Eve. Really, I was just waiting for it to happen. Am I going to renew? Hell no. Am I going to stick around? A good, but difficult, question. Short answer is no.

Long answer is, I will probably miss all the friends I've made here on LJ. Because of that, I will probably still read my friends page. But I will not be posted here anymore, at least, not public posts. Any posts from here on out will be simply messages to my boyfriend. I have a paper journal to get my frustrations out on, and I don't need some online company telling me what I can and cannot do with my own journal when they haven't for as long as I've been here.

Really, that's why I'm leaving. Strikethrough spoke of what LJ is going to be, and has been, in the coming months and years. My sitting here for a good 6.5 years is not enough to keep me here any longer. I cannot use the services of a company who promises one thing and then does another. I cannot use the services of a company that tries to censor the words of its userbase when it claims to promote the freedom to say what you will. I hate child molesters as much as the next guy, but there is no reason to attack users in such a fashion.

Was I effected by the policy changes? No. Do I know someone that was? No. Does that make me a petulant child for simply deciding to move on? Perhaps, but whatever. I do not want to associate with a company that stands for everything that I stand against; censorship is something that I hate with a fiery passion, because it claims to protect when all it does is make others appear unseemly.

I will still be about. I have a MySpace account. I have a FF.Net account. I'm on JournalFen, though not often. I'm not simply moving to another LJ clone; I'm quitting entirely. My thoughts will now be kept private in my own physical journal, and no one can tell me that I can't in there.

This is not truly goodbye, since I will still read y'all's journals, but I won't be posting anymore. But... Goodbye.

I hate the world,
My tire needs air.
I have to go somewhere!

I tried to call my boyfriend,
But the phone wouldn't connect,
Oh what am I to do?
Oh am I just screwed?
Oh what, oh what am I to do?

(In other words, call me or come pick me up. I have a present for you, you know.)

So. Going to bat for Bryan once again about my parents and their thoughtless gifts. Mom says, "It should just be accepted." But yet, she's regifting a ton of shit this year from people. She's a hypocrite.

If there is no thought or consideration in a gift, you can't fucking sit there and say that "it's the thought that counts." Because if you didn't even consider that person's feelings on the subject, how can your gift actually BE a gift.

What the fuck ever. I'm sick of my family acting as if their opinion is the only one in the world that fucking matters.

I somehow survived shopping with the boys. But I STILL don't have Slade's Christmas present, and I don't even know if I can afford it anymore, as all I have left is $14.

Still need to wrap, still need to do this week's online shit, still need to buy present, GRAH.

It would be nice to log on to my online class, view the discussion forum, and not want to stab the guts out of my fucking instructor for being so goddamn retarded and childish. I could teach this class better than he is, which is focusing on persuading the class to agree with him, nitpicking over what a student means with individual words rather than listening to the whole argument, and being hypocritical with his own statements.

Oh man, guys, piano is fun. Bryan, you've totally gotta come over to listen and tell me what a good job I'm doing.

I found that headphone adapter; it had apparently made it to the floor of the living room somehow.

Thank you so much for the keyboard Bryan; it really is the best thing ever.

I've been missing lately because my computer died. Not physically died, but became entirely useless. Then I went to Rhode Island, saw the in-laws, was a generally geeky tourist, and saw the town Bryan grew up in, to say the very least about the trip. Thing is, I just fixed my computer almost entirely by myself by wiping the drive and just reinstalling. I need to install more programs and add more old data, but things seem to be going well.

Tomorrow I need to go shopping for Bryan's anniversary gifts and eventually go over there. In the meantime, if there was something important I've missed these past few weeks in your journals, it's a better to just tell me.

Would it be such a terrible thing to take today off from doing homework and just do both project bits tomorrow?

I really really really don't want to do a case study for Blanchard this week. One of the choices says I have to install a bunch of shit on my computer, and the other says make a powerpoint thingymabob.

If I do anything, it will be to turn the powerpoint case study into just a short paper and say, "fuck it all I have a 100% right now anyway."

Considering that Blanchard doesn't even really care about the quality and such at this point, why should I follow the instructions?

What a jackass.

Let's get something straight here. The reason the nightclubs and bars have Ladies' Nights or "Ladies Come In Free" things is to draw the women to the nightclubs and the bars. If they didn't have such perks, the nightclub scene would be a whole lot different, as in a bunch of single guys standing around and complaining about the sausage fest they showed up at. Chicks don't like guys gawking at them all the time, and if they come to these bars and such, that's exactly what they'll get. The idea that it may be free to get in only makes it easier to deal with.

Now, with a ladies only gym, did he possibly think that may they don't have facilities for men? Like a men's bathroom, or a separate locker room? The owner is saying that he wants his customers to be comfortable and not have to worry about sleezeballs coming up and hitting on them when they're hitting the treadmill. I don't think that's the issue here. I think it has to do with facilities, which I'm sure will come up if Jackass McRepressedson gets his lawsuit.

He says it's like segregation; I say he just got in trouble as a kid for sneaking into the girls bathroom and thinks there shouldn't be separation there either. I'm all for sexual equality, but keep your urinals out of my bathroom.

*looks at calendar* T_T

It's Halloween. I'm having a really bad day. I barely got any sleep due to sleeping too much from being sick and from paranoia involving the air conditioner, I had to go to the commissary to lug around three times my body weight in groceries, then I had to put them away, go get gas, do the laundry, do the dishes, bring in MORE groceries and put them away, and I haven't even started on the homework I need to do still. I'm sore in my feet, head, back, arms, and legs, I'm exhausted and want to pass out, and I'm overheated like crazy. And I still need to pick the boys up from school and take Bryan and I to school, and then eventually take Bryan to Dunkin' Donuts, and home. I slightly want to kill myself.

Oh wait, I forgot. I also have to clean my bathroom today. DX

Edit 1:54 PM: You know what, fuck this cleaning bullshit. I have enough to do and have done enough today. I ain't cleanin' shit.

Holy crap, I need to go to the store and get a new notebook. Thing is, I got school the next three days, and very little opportunity to do so then. :( I may have to wait until Saturday and make Bryan take me to Walmart or Target or Office Max or something.

There is some sort of simple pleasure in walking in cold, soft dirt barefoot.

Oh, my boyfriend is an idiot. XD Is it odd that I found this to be endearing?