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Facebook. I hate facebook. I hate facebook people and their facebook friends and their facebook parties. I hate that it provides insecure people like myself with such a vivid day to day measure of who's winning at life. I hate the fact that facebook makes me say things to myself like, "sure I have 372 less friends than she does, but the friends I do have are 372 times better." Then I cry because I realize how pathetic I am for even thinking these things and because I'm lying in my own head. And I start to think about how, if I were prettier and had as many friends as that kid on facebook with all the drunken pictures of him punching himself in the face, I would have somebody to lie out loud to.
And the "wall". That sucks too. It sucks because I get super excited every time I check my e-mail and see, "Somebody cooler than you has written on your wall!" WOOOOOOOOO! I say, and do an internal dance. Then, I check facebook to find a chipper little message from somebody who loves me deeply enough to grace my electronic presence with his or her face and let the world know that he or she wants to say hi. To me! WOOOOOOO! Then, I get sad again because I remember that the last time this happened to me was three months ago, and worthwhile human beings get at least seven posts a day.
Are you happy facebook? You've ruined me.
Also, I hate world lit. Shove it, Gilgamesh.
And the "wall". That sucks too. It sucks because I get super excited every time I check my e-mail and see, "Somebody cooler than you has written on your wall!" WOOOOOOOOO! I say, and do an internal dance. Then, I check facebook to find a chipper little message from somebody who loves me deeply enough to grace my electronic presence with his or her face and let the world know that he or she wants to say hi. To me! WOOOOOOO! Then, I get sad again because I remember that the last time this happened to me was three months ago, and worthwhile human beings get at least seven posts a day.
Are you happy facebook? You've ruined me.
Also, I hate world lit. Shove it, Gilgamesh.
posted by Caitlin at 2:41 PM
8 Comments:
Cool stuff here. You can write. Keep it up.
PERIOD ALWAYS GOES INSIDE QUOTATION MARKS, ENGLISH MAJOR! WE DO NOT LIVE IN ENGLAND! Sorry, I had to write that even though I just yelled at you about it. I feel some hostility from you, please don't take it out on me, Your poor little roomate. I know how you feel though, I think my last wall message is from like two months ago, so yeah. I totally understand.
I LIKE TO THINK OUTSIDE THE BOX! THAT PERIOD WAS AN EXPRESSION OF MY PUNCTUATIONAL CREATIVITY. I MIGHT HAVE FIXED IT EARLIER BUT SINCE IT UPSET YOU SO GREATLY I HAVE TURNED IT INTO A PERSONAL CRUSADE! ME AND MY BOUNDLESS PERIODS ARE STICKING IT TO THE MAN!!!!!!!!!
Also, you are pretty. (I'm trying your method of screaming then saying something nice. How did I do?)
That was amazing Caitlin!
I was waiting for this post. But you already know how i feel about facebook. That lone group i joined--pure sabatoge. This girl reached over my shoulder and clicked confirm while i was looking away.
Caitlin, you can SO be better than facebook. I believe in you. The power is within.
And, uh, keep it up with the punctuation.
oh, caitlin. i myself am virtually popular on facebook, but does that mean that people constantly call me to invite me to the hot goings-on on campus?
the answer to that question is no; no they don't. it probably has something to do with the fact that i always order kiddie cocktails, and that embarrasses them.
we need to start a revolution against pretty people.
Hey Beautiful! Marcy here. Thought I'd comment on your blog, and say MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE! I told Sarah Mielke about your blog, and she also read your entries. I'm at work, and I don't have a whole lot of time to get witty or creative with my response. Because to get to that point would take a great deal of time. Are you going home for Easter, and then coming to Connie and John's on Saturday with your family? If you are, we'll see you there!
I could get you some sheet music from the musical edges that's about facebook....
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