I'm typing this on my grandmothers computer since my mother forced me to stay up here for the weekend which is just plain unpleasant. Does anyone enjoy being somewhere where they are forced to be? My grandmother is a stereotypical old person (not that that's a bad thing...she makes fine lemonade and rhubarb crumble (FFOTD a few days ago...did you know that rhubarb leaves are in fact poisonous!)) it just means that she's a bit technologically challenged. Although aren't all people above the age of forty? My mother is incredibly so... she struggles with the basic technological concepts....such as watching a DVD and using predictive text....It's quite funny actually about a year ago her phone was on predictive texting so she just gave up texting for like a week and said that her phone was broken... Back to my grandmother....she has dial up. It makes me want to cry. It's just so ridiculously slow. 10 minutes for facebook to load is far too long.
Speaking of Facebook... All it consists of is people grafitying your 'wall' then you respond by grafitying their wall and of course there's also the photos... Everyone has photos on their profile. The issue that I have with this is that on facebook if someone asks to be your friend you automatically accept or else their request just sits there staring at you. This means that most people on facebook from school are friends with everyone else in their year and lots of people from different years, and then of course that guy who you met once at one of those youth events then stalkily found on facebook. Ah a typical facebook story. Anyway this all means that inevitably you have a couple of hundred friends which is ridiculous since it has been proven that you cannot form intimate relationships with more than 75 people... So most of your 'friends' on facebook in fact are not 'friends'. If I refer now to the friendship graph (thank you flight of the Conchords) then they would be just above strangers. As I said before everyone has photos on facebook... These photos can be seen by everyone who happens to be a 'friend'. Recently I've been cruising around on facebook and checked out some of these photos...
I feel like a stalker. I'm intruding on insanely intimate moments... Intimate moments which people put on the Internet for essentially everyone they've ever met to see. It's so awkward. You're just looking through photos then you come across one which says something like 'obviously the only sober one'. I always ask myself does this person really want everyone they've ever met to know that their friends happen to get drunk quite a bit (judging by the amount of photos with the label drinking). Those people are really quite bright...
Facebook makes ordinary people into stalkers. You leap from one profile to another looking at photos and before you know it you know that this person went to the ball with this person, but that person is going out with that person and that person is a bit angsty and that person had a big Friday night and that person sure is 'high' and that person is way too into PDA. Yet do any of these people know that you know what they've been up to? It's scary. Then it lead me to wonder whether people look at my profile and think wow she's retarded...judging from my photos. I don't think I have anything incriminating. But I must remember what that woman at the Scots leadership thingy said 'make sure there's nothing bad on the internet linked to you' (well not exactly that's just the gist). Everyone instantly turned around and looked at me since I have this blog. I don't think there's anything incriminating on here....at least I hope there isn't anything X(...
Finally on the note of facebook...I love it when people are having intimate conversations via each others walls. Then someone comments on one of these wall comments... It cracks me up I almost feel like commenting in the middle 'You do know that everyone can read these...'
Today I had the most terrifying moment ever in my way too long learning to drive career. I was cruising along on a gravel road talking to my grandmother (who was next to me) sun in my eyes in third gear. Then the car started to swerve and before I knew it I had slammed on the brakes (which I had never done before except for when I was stalling and everyone was being annoying so I wanted to give them whiplash that taught them...learning to drive is so stressful) and the car had rolled into a grassy bank. I was uninjured as was my grandmother and as was the car (which was the first thing that my mother asked about when I recounted my terrifying tale). But it was so scary (like roller coaster scary) that I burst into tears as soon as the car crashed. It all turned out fine and I drove the rest of the way home but it doesn't stop the fact that gravel is stupid.
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