Luck

[insert some philosophical thought about luck]

Yesterday, my computer died. It was making funny noises, and Google Chrome was acting strangely. I shut my computer off and let it sit for thirty minutes or so, then I tried to turn it on again. Now, I am greeted with a lovely light grey screen and a folder with a question mark in it. Wonderful. I do believe that the time has come to say farewell to my laptop.

I must say, though, that timing was perfect. I have no papers due at the end of Break; I am done with applications (finally, unless some random other scholarship application crops up somehow); and it died just after I had the hard drive replaced earlier this school year. All-in-all, there are very few things on the computer, other than photos. Which. Oh damn. I did not back up. Although, I do believe I still have the majority of those photos on my camera. And my dad has most of my photos on his computer.

For those of you wondering how I am getting this online, here’s how: I’m thinking the keystrokes and the cosmos are sending it to WordPress. Live. It’s incredible how much our brains and technology can do! First you have to download this software into your neurons from this super shady website that seems to have originated from… Mars? Then you have to sleep on it for a few days to let the file germinate. There may have been a time when I was in a Martian UFO; that would explain the strange dream from this morning (don’t ask; I’m embarrassed thinking about it). Now, it works just beautifully. Although, I’m not sure how the whole disconnection thingy is going to work.

And if you thought that was funny, I should tell you, I am composing this with a completely straight face. I’ve noticed that when I am funny in writing, I have never written it with a smile on my face or a laugh on my lips. But that’s besides the point.

I wish we still lived in a world where artists like Frank Sinatra still existed and made the big bucks. I’m feeling very scatter-brained today. Partially because of that stupid dream I had that was messed up on all levels. I guess I’ll journal it, so that I have it out of my brain, because it’s seriously like a parasite engulfing every synapse.

Break = YAY. That is all.

The Thing About Facebook Relationship Statuses

In the past four months that I have had a Facebook, the greatest thing that irks me is the Relationship Statuses. It is my understanding that friends know whether or not you are single or in a relationship (or one of the other options). For me, it does not follow that I would need to inform every one of my Facebook friends of this, because I try to keep my friends on Facebook limited to people who actually are my friends in real, non-virtual life.

I have never understood the compulsive habit of changing Relationship Statuses, unless it’s for fun. If you want to know someone’s “relationship status,” just ask. There really is no purpose in plundering through their Info page to find it. It’s another clever ruse to get us to spend more time on Facebook stalking people.

I was talking to a friend the other day about this. He claims that Facebook has changed relationships and how they progress. He and his girlfriend became official when she asked him if they could make it “Facebook official” and he said yes. While I do not disagree that Facebook has changed the way relationships progress, I do not believe that Facebook should be the way in which a relationship is formed. I would much rather the now “outdated” form of a simple question, “Will you be my girlfriend/boyfriend?” and the many variations thereof.

Also, there seems to be much hullaballoo about Facebook chat and all the other chats there are. Hullaballoo like, “Oh I like him, let me Facebook chat him, or write on his wall.” These things escape me. What is so difficult about just talking in person with him? If you like him, you’re gonna have to talk to him eventually. Unless he avoids you like the plague. In which case, just get yourself over him. I personally believe that if he doesn’t realize how incredible you are, then he isn’t worth a second of your time. (Same works for guys talking to girls. To guys and girls both: effing grow a pair already!)

All in all, I would like to proclaim that the advent of Facebook, though well conceived, is now taking too large a role in how we create and maintain friendships. If you would like to know something about me, do not hesitate to ask, because I’ll most likely answer you.

Now if you’ll be so kind as to excuse me, I’m going to go stalk people on Facebook. ;-)