Facebook whore

What exactly is a facebook whore? Well, according to my friend and roommate, a facebook whore/slut is someone who has more than 500 friends on the facebook. And although I must say there are a few exceptions to the rule, I do agree with her.

A facebook whore is someone who is quick to friend everyone and anyone in order to 1) look cool 2) flaunt the number of friends they have on the facebook 3) look like a tool without even realizing it. Then, there are people who randomly friend friends of friends, people they DON'T know AT ALL, just for the sake of upping their number of facebook friends.

How often do you get a random friend invite from someone you never even knew existed. They probably saw your post or picture on the profile of one of your friends, whom they may be friends with, and decided to add you. I've probably received a few dozens of these "random" invites. At first, annoyed as hell, I would rudely message them back saying that I didn't know who the hell they were. But then, I stopped because I didn't want to sound too mean.

Anyway, the number of friends, once it reaches over 400 or even 300, gets pretty damn ridiculous. I even know of a guy who has close to 1,200 so-called facebook friends. Now, that is a cry for serious need of mental help. Honestly, do you really have 1,200 friends?

We all know of someone who engages in this sort of behavior, and yes, I must admit I, too, have been guilty of friending people whom I barely knew. This behavior was particularly fervent in the good ole college days when facebook was first introduced and I didn't want to end up being one of those "losers" who only had 12 friends on the facebook. But as I've matured, I've graduated from that sort of idiotic behavior. Hell, I'm even going to go through and defriend people who I don't evern speak to. Why not? These are people whom I'll probably never meet again and probably won't want to regardless.

Day 12

Boy, I sound like a member of AA. So far, most people have been receptive to my decision to completely cut ties with my former friend, alcohol. The usual response that I get after I reveal this newly turned leaf in my life, is the question 'why,' to which I usually respond with an elaborate explanation on how bad alcohol is on one's body.

But that's not the only reason why I decided to quit drinking. I wanted to prove to no one, but myself, that once I make a decision, I can go through with it. I guess in a way, the whole idea is a testament to my will power, or lack thereof.

I used to be a social drinker. Like most people my age, I would enjoy a beer or two on the weekends during a typical night out with my friends. But truth be told, how often does one stick to just one or two beers? Usually, people start out the night with the intention of getting drunk. Whether it's to get wasted, hammered, shit-faced, plastered, etc. basically it all boils down to getting inebriated and incapacitated. How often do you go to a party, be it a friend's holiday party or some crazy frat party, and skip out on the drinking scene. Almost never, right?

Well, therein lies the problem. One or two drinks is never enough, and more often than not I'll end up drinking way too much than my body can handle. And the shock of seeing the tab on my credit card bill only adds to the problem. So not only is it hard on the body, but it's also brutal on one's bank account.

Anyway, I'm glad I finally decided to throw in the towels. I'd much rather have a fun night out and remember what happened the next day instead of waking up next to the toilet.

So there it is. Some of my acquaintances have given me shit about not drinking anymore, but the majority of my close friends have been receptive and supportive, for which I am grateful. The decision has been a long time coming, and I'm ecstatic that I finally worked up the will power and self-control to stick to it.

New Year

In an attempt to turn a new page and start off on a clean slate, I've drafted up a list of New Year Resolutions, which are:

1) Stop swearing
2) Stop drinking
3) Be more patient

There are a few more, but for the moment these are my top priorities. The swearing part isn't that hard especially since I'm surrounded mostly with people who don't really swear much. The second resolution, on the other hand, might be slightly harder to achieve because a good majority of my friends drink. Actually, a lot of them don't quite understand my decision to stop drinking; in fact, only a few of my friends seem supportive of my decision to stop consuming alcohol.

It'll be a testament to my will power and self-control to see how long I can stay on the wagon ;p

Old photos new memories

A few months ago, actually several months ago, I went through a sort of emo phase, which induced me to go through my things and basically do some major cleaning up. Sort of like a Spring cleaning. You know. Throwing away useless and meaningless mermorabilia, letters, presents, etc.

This impulse extended on to my online persona as well, leading me to clean up my facebook account. And when I say clean-up, I mean going through all my photo albums and pretty much deleting all the pictures I had uploaded during the past few years. This cleanup resulted partly from a desire to reorganize and restructure my online life, but also partly from my wish to limit or censor what I shared with others.

During the process, I think I became alittle too trigger-happy and ended up deleting pretty much all of my photo albums stemming all the way back to Freshman year in college. And I've also realized it's kind of a selfish thing to have done considering that most of the photos weren't just of me. They included family as well as friends.

So after much thought, I've dedicated a portion of my time each night to re-uploading the missing photos, hence the title for my entry.."old photos new memories." It's going to take a while. Slowly but surely, most of em will make it back up. :)

That was quick

Back in Boston again.
Can't believe how quickly the two weeks in St. Charles went by. To be honest, I didn't think training would be that much fun, but once again, I'm proven wrong. CAS was friggin awesome.

Now that that's over, it's back to the real world again. Task number one for this week..err month. To get staffed. *crosses fingers*

Task two: vote.

It's 9:26. I'm tired as hell. Gonna head to bed.

From the desks of :)

What I want

A labradoodle

Injury # 200039484934

People who know me well will probably describe me as being accident-prone. My injuries, mostly self-inflicted never seem to end. Whether it's bumping into things, tripping over objects or cutting myself while cooking, I somehow always seem to find ways to add on more bruises and cuts to my already battered body.

Today was no exception. During work, a coworker accidentally kicked a board underneath the table which came undone and just so happened to hit me straight in the leg. That's gonna bruise. *sigh*

Let's just hope I don't kill myself when I'm in Chicago.