World of Bentley

holding until my brain is awake enough to actually do this

for the umpteenth time, i'm holding something for margie. maybe for a oneshot, unless someone wants to play with her. i just don't want to keep ignoring her, especially given the situation.

GRF.

lauren t wants me otn post a mari soething, but i am wise to yourea sgame. she's just wantings me to durnk post.

i think I will post a MAri someting, though. but later. when i am not drunk.


OH O H OH OH we needed to dro mari.cokei, rihgt? I comepltely forgot whoosp[

i tried to go bacnk and correct typos, but it's taking tolnon g

On Saturday the 14th at 4AM UTC/GMT we will be upgrading the operating system of our network load balancers to a newer version, one that will allow us to use both CPUs! Nifty, because multiprocessing is nice.

Since we have 2 load balancers, the plan is to upgrade 1 at a time, and there really should be very little impact to our website. Hopefully you won't notice a thing and I'll get to go back to the hotel and watch some wonderful late night infomercials.

We've got a lot of exciting projects coming up for 2010 and we're hoping that we'll be able to deliver them all to you, that you will find it useful/cool/lovely and then you will use the site even more. Behind-the-scenes work like this will give us the capacity to handle the anticipated traffic, so expect a few more maintenance windows especially in the beginning of next year as we've got some neat ideas to improve performance around here! We had the recent 30-45 minute outage yesterday due to one of our logging databases filling up disk space -- not so great design coupled with my human error in handling the initial problem -- and it looks like we're going to finally have some resources to eliminate stuff like that. I can't wait!

As usual, I will be updating status.livejournal.org before and after, just in case you are not able to reach our main website during the work.

I think since there's no school today...

Hm. Let me debate this for a bit. Hold just in case.

this is important to hold here

possibly

It was my birthday yesterday. I'm offically 18 and an adult. I can offically vote, which I plan to do the next election comes along.

I spent my birthday with my family. Mom made a cake and Megan come down. She came down with a bunch of laundry and spend most of the night doing that but that's besides the point. Megan started asking me where I was applying to college and want I want to study. She's pushing me towards UConn and was telling me how awesome it was. Sometimes my sister and I are so radically different. She may be majoring in partying, I want to major in something worthwhile.

After my thing this summer with "being nice to people," now I just really want to get out of Stoneybrook and start living. I want to become that famous photojournalist now. I want to get a start on life and being eighteen now makes me feel like I have the license to do it.

Well, in the meantime, I just keep pushing to be the best that I can be and expect the best from others around me.

i should do something with him tonight.

Brad heard a knock at the front door, rousing him from the deep sleep he was in on the living room couch.

He rolled over on his side, looking at the front door for a minute to see if his mom was getting it, then remembered that she was at a Mary Kay party.

With a groan, he got up and made his way to the door. He let out a loud yawn, then opened the door, seeing Stacey McGill standing on his front stoop.

"Yeah?" he asked, rubbing tiredly at the back of his head, and wishing he'd just ignored the knocking and gone back to sleep.

actually, carly maybe wants to reflect even more after talking to tree. maybe.

also, nts: merida

hold.

cause hey. Hey, Howie.

Erica's got somethin' for ya.

hold!

holding!

Melissa asked me about the cards awhile ago, and we actually talked about it, and she actually listened, like she's... like she was actually interested. And interested in more than just finding out if somebody likes her, like she was interested in how it worked.

The only other person who ever asked me about stuff like that was David, but even that was in a different way, he didn't... I don't know. I don't even know what I'm trying to say.

Six of Cups (Pleasure): Opening your heart to the simple pleasures of life. Fond memories fuel the playful embrace of love and life. Experiencing the joy of youth and sexual innocence. Engaging in acts of gentle kindness. Harmony of natural forces without effort or strain. Meeting an old friend.

I feel like I'm getting a crush on her, but at the same time, I kind of think that I'm just trying to distra

Just to keep things a little more in order

As Mrs. Shipstad dismissed their world religions class, Margie scooped up her books and dropped them into her messenger bag at the same time as she made a beeline for Abby. Okay, time to stop avoiding and do this project already. One less thing to have hanging over my head.

"Abby!" she called out as Abby stood to leave as well, and she rushed to catch up with her. "You have lunch now, right? Do you want to just bang out our homeroom project real quick?"

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Melissa sat at the table in the ASG office, steadily working her way through the problems in her AP statistics book, occasionally blowing out a puff of air to get her hair out of her face as she waited for Sheila to arrive. When she finished the assignment, she reached over to her planner and to her syllabus and crossed the assignment off on both, and then looked longingly at the next item on the syllabus. I should do my English homework instead, she frowned guiltily. I'm already three weeks ahead in stats. But English is booooooooooring.

She sighed heavily and reluctantly closed her book and slid her assignment into her binder, having every intention to flip to the English section, but for some reason, instead, she found herself reaching into her bag for her ASG binder instead. Well, this is more important, she reasoned, ignoring that she actually had nothing to do for ASG that wasn't already done. This is stuff that people are depending on me for. No one else is affected if I show up to English class with the reading done but the questions only answered in my head.

It was just so stupid, having to do the assignment in writing when she had answered the questions in her head as she was reading and considering that they'd be discussing it in class anyway. It was like doing the same work three times. Bleh!

Luckily, though, at that moment, Sheila showed up in the doorway and Melissa gladly slapped her school binder shut. "Hey! Partner! You're saving me from a fate worse than death: repetitive and mindless busywork. Get in here!"