What am I to do with you, Facebook? You are possibly the most complicated relationship I've ever had, I swear. How much time have we wasted staring into that white and blue screen (abyss), having a false sense of security that we're truly keeping up with our friends, and of course, over-analyzing their every move (post)? I mean, we've even courted each other via facebook, all of us! Yeesh, right? I've spent quite some time blaming facebook itself for my admittedly childish behavior, but I believe I should take some responsibility here. I'm gonna say it. It is not your fault, Facebook. It's not your fault. (Yes, in my head facebook is Matt Damon and I am Robin Williams. Wicked smahhht.) We, I, just have no clue how to handle technology without reverting to a state of arrested development. Every time I sit down and log into some form of social networking, I become 13 years old again. And, as far as I can tell, so do the rest of you! Please, understand, no offense is intended, I'm sure you're all very responsible adults, but something about networking brings out our inner teenagers. I mean, I'm spending good time basically journaling online! It might be more honest for me to start each post with
Gordy looked at me twice during Earth Science. Ramona told me that she heard from Jared who heard from Aaron who heard from Sally that he totally likes me. I mean, LIKE likes me.
But you know, its okay. If anything, all this internet magic nurtures our secret neurotic and paranoid selves. But once you've checked your facebook 3 times in one day, just to see updates from someone you haven't seen in ten years or whoever you're facebook stalking at the moment, I think we might as well admit that we're not as grown up as we all want to think (or want others to think) we are.
Ahem. And to now make good use of my bloggidy (g)ournal, please come out to see Secrets of a Soccer Mom at Virginia Samford. It opens this week! I wear shorts! And we eat cookies! And there's laughter! And tears! And ladies! Super cute ladies, while we're at it.
ps. Were you at all curious at to what I'm listening to this week? No? Well....
pps. And original musical theatre? Yes, please.
Later, tater. See y'all in 6th period.