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- 04 May 2007 18:00
Apparently my method of revision involves staring at my work, going "err" and then stalking people on Facebook. I've got five exams at the end of May, and still the only fact that I've managed to take in is that the world record of sleep deprivation is held by a man called Randy Gardener (yup, I giggled like a child at that one too). So now we turn to Facebook, the latest internet fad that I hoped never to become a part of. I was happy with Myspace; it was colourful and let me bombard anyone who looked at my page with The Libertines, or an eighties classic of my choice. Then my so called 'friend' suggested I got onto this Facebook lark, apparently there were "loads of people who don't have Myspace and it's loads better, innit" (according to my friend). So I joined Facebook and now, a few months later, I can't bloody stop stalking people on it. The most frustrating thing is when you go to stalk someone really good, say for example your arch nemesis who you secretly hope has got really fat and has a shockingly bad haircut, then you find out their profile is set to private. But no, you don't stop there... you think of new people to stalk whose profile is open to the world and spend hours looking through these damn things when the fact is that you didn't think you'd even give a shit. Although seeing all the pictures of the Emo kids taking pictures of themselves pouting or posing whilst looking up towards the camera is always jolly fun to see. Those youngsters with their crazy black and white hair, eh? Just wait until the Summer comes around... those black skinny jeans and silly hair will get ruined on the beach. RUINED.
I even reached a new level when I forced my boyfriend to join Facebook, simply so my profile could say 'in a relationship with...' then his name would appear after it and there would be a lovely little link to his profile (yes, I am that needy). Then you get the 'friend-grabbers', the people who will add everyone they've seen in their entire life, despite whether they spoke/liked/cared about the person they add. Randomly, some guy added me as a friend the other day. I had no idea who they were so thought I'd send a friendly email to them to find out if I knew them. This is how the email exchange has gone over the past few days:
Me: Hello! You just added me as a friend on facebook. I don't mean to sound rude but how do I know you?
Random guy: r u lucy's sis
[no bloody question mark, it does anger me when people choose not to punctuate in emails. The 'r u' is an entirely different angry topic]
Me: Nope, not as far as I'm aware...
Random guy: oh. Ha ha. Wanna b mates anyway
Me: Not particularly.
Weird random guy: y not?
Me: Because you're not my friend, I don't even know you. I could understand if I said I was looking to 'meet people' but I'm clearly not, don't you think it's a bit sad that people just friend grab on here and use platforms such as this and Myspace and even that Second Life thing instead of actually getting into the real world and living their own life and meeting their own friends? Wouldn't that be much more fulfilling and self-satisfying?
Weird random guy: what r u a lez
I admit, I went slightly over the top with the penultimate response in our exchange but if he gave me a satisfying answer to my questions then hey, maybe I would have been his 'virtual' friend. I decided to leave our exchange and ignore him from now on, restraining myself from sending him back a sarcasm fuelled email that would have made me happy but would have most probably elicited similar assumptions from the random guy.
Time to go and stare at my revision notes again now... or I could take the dogs for a walk in the sunshine and eat ice cream! Damn you ice cream, always getting the better of me.
Bloody students
- 05 Mar 2007 09:00
Some little shit hasn't turned up to take part in my experiment this afternoon. Now, that's not quite as weird as it sounds. I'm doing my third year project (kind of like a dissertation) and I'm meant to be meeting a first year student for them to take part in my study. But has he turned up? Has he bollocks. I realise that my lovely little 'do this questionnaire then look at these pictures' fun experiment isn't what most people want to be doing when it's actually not raining for once, but it is making me ever so slightly angry. Not so angry that I turn incredible hulk-like though, fortunately. The last time that happened was during an argument with my boyfriend, as he chose to blurt out to me the future plot lines of Ugly Betty (it's a good program, ALRIGHT?!). Needless to say, there was much anger and stropping from my part and a distinct smugness from him (git).
So, anyway - that first year student is now 35 minutes late. I'm going to send him a nasty email, which I'm sure will really upset him and make him realise the true error of his ways. He will then come and apologise to me, bringing with him lots of chocolate and whisky. Or, he'll read it, go "err", then go back to sleep in a pile of his own hungover vomit (sorry, that was disgusting). I might make this boy my nemesis. I've come to be bored of my last nemesis - a girl who shall remain nameless who in primary school made fun of my best friend for not playing kiss chase. The anger and competitive hatred went beyond this but that's where it started. I think I may have pushed her over in the lunch queue...although I was short and quite overweight at the time so it was probably just me having a little trip and natural force that could have taken the entire lunch queue down.
Well, back to work. This really has been lovely, we must do it again sometime.
Flares
- 02 Feb 2007 15:45
Amy Wilkinson