My knowledge of WW2 History has been replaced

Go ahead, I dare you, ask me anything about Twitter.

I know way too effing much about the microblogging site.  The more I know about social media the more I feel alone. 

Lists

Things to do:

1. Break hearts

2. Create an incredibly awkward situation

3. Make more to-do lists

4. Figure out a way to post things on the Internet without Mom, Dad, and co-workers seeing.

5. Nap

Diversions

I hate it when newstories distract me for a number of hours because of personal reasons.  Especially when said stories have to be read for work, and then get posted about for days.  It's never healthy to obsess over them, but I have to.  I have to analyze the coverage, discern what it means for my clients, and make it look like I don't care.  That last part is the hardest.  Because when the story topic is about the plague that effects your family and yourself, it's almost impossible to make it look like you don't care.  

Especially when it all happens around a certain person's two year anniversary.  The Fall has suddenly become the most depressing season.

In other news, my ex is haunting me in my sleep.  And I think it's because the last word's I said to him were"Fuck you."  It was still deserved, but I'm thinking it might be good to fix this situation at some point.

So, now I have to do something to distract myself.  Distractions and diversion were much easier back in the day... when did become so much work to just think of something new?

So Necessary

Ever felt like shit and not know what to do about it? You are so sick, tired, wasted that even a thought of getting out of bed is too much.  But then you start small, you get up and drink a glass of water.  Suddenly, you feel things again.  Then, with the bit of energy you acquired from that one glass, you find yourself going upstairs and cooking a meal.  The food fills your belly and your body sends a gentle thanks by not hurting anymore.  With your new found energy, you finally are able to go outside, breathe, and jump around...bringing your physical being to a sense of euphoria you thought was not possible an hour ago as you laid underneath your covers.

This weekend was like drinking a glass of water, eating a meal, and exercising to the extreme.  I forgot what it was like to spend 36 hours in pure bliss, no drama, just smiles and laughter.  I was so happy and alive that I didn't even feel upset leaving my best friends behind.  I wonder if my lack of kissing boys and flirting has anything do with this happy weekend? Or was it the fact I actually left the city?

But what I loved most about this weekend is that I listened to my gut, and it lead to me a magical adventure.  I haven't done that in awhile, just let my impulses run rampant.  My impulses make me happy. 

Something New

I decided that I've had enough weekends recently where all I've done is felt sorry for myself. So, I decided to do the one thing that makes me stop feeling sorry for myself: runaway on a magical adventure in an area of the country currently being engulfed by flames.

If you need me this weekend, I'll be in Santa Barbara. I'll be the girl in the fleece onsie dino pajamas. Seriously, that's the only thing I have packed so far and I doubt I'll be returning with them (it's a constant problem when you and your friends are the same size).

C...declerative statements R EZ

I figured out why it doesn't bother me that my parents are on Facebook and FriendFeed (we are ignoring the fact that I hide this from them). It comes down to space. You see, unlike the majority of the people I hang out with, I didn't have to share space with my parents during this hateful teenage years. True, I have stayed in touch with a grand total of one person from my boarding school so I can't use my peers as reference... but I am going to go ahead and say since I've established my own space and life away from my parents, I don't feel invaded when our worlds intersect online.

In contrast, those who lived with their parents until they were 18 probably feel like their parents were always all up in their junk. For them, going online was one of the only areas they could escape their leering eye. For me, it's now becoming a forum for me to catch up with them.

I never really understood why people looked so horrified when I explained that my parents are online, until probably just 30 seconds ago when I envisioned how I would react if the teachers I lived with in High School, or even my high school peers, started following me on Twitter or commenting on stuff I do on FriendFeed. It's bad enough that they are on Facebook. So yeah, I get it.

So, folks, I have my declarative statement. Nobody wants to see their high school guardian online.

Damn. Doesn't carry that punch I was hoping for. Is there a way to incorporate "dead" or "death" or "finality" or something?

Declarative Statements

Okay - I think 2008 (like every other year) is the year of the shock statement.  And by shock statement, I mean saying your competitor is dead.  "Yahoo! is dead." "Facebook is dead." "Software is dead." "Steve Jobs is dead."  

Points for whoever knows the famous philosopher that said "The poet is dead."  Well, actually, the poet died at Auschwitz, but you get the idea.

In other news, I'm painfully oblivious to what's happening around me. Honestly, I woke up from a dream last night and wondered, "WTF?" until I realized I was dreaming actual scenes from my day and I couldn't figure out the context of anything.  Life without context is exceptionally strange.