soxlntwrkTell me why?
Tell me why Gwyneth Platrow was on glee sing Ce-Lo's "Fuck You"?
Sleep Deprivation = ScatterBrainsittin in class, fuck my life. bout to pull an all-nighter for a test i'm nowhere near ready for. couple that with the fact that i got class at 8am tomorrow morning, work immediately after until 7, and then an obligatory BluRas Lok prior to the 'ol Harry premiere (I'll be watchin for my girl Hermoine, and youu kno this), followed by a drink sesh back at the LfC (hobviously), culminating in the ultimate destruction of my physical and mental health. what's the point of this post? no point, i'm bored as shit, tired as fuck and i couldn't care less about what super chinese professor Yubo Chen has to say about international marketing. you want a point? i got one for you, what is the point of having class if everything you say is on the lecture slides?? i'm no hater of 'ol Yubo but goddamn if i gotta sit here for an hour and fifteen minutes of my life trying to translate what seems to be english but i can't be positive. Side Note: lack of facebook has caused me to pay even less attention in class. instead of aimlessly looking at facebook pics/stati (cold reppin VArgeezy)/ or whatnot, i'm typing this post. Point: I can listen to a lecture whilst (with a T muthafucka) scopin the book and still catch the important points, i can look down at the book, then back to the prof, back down to the book, now back to the prof (old spice ref). instead i'm typing away, kind of wishing ol Yubo would shut the fuck up so i can focus on my train of thought. if i weren't typing this i'd be rockin out solitaire (i win 15% of the time, suck it Vegas) or chess if i were feelin frisky and/or intelligent (i rarely win). like raymo, I MISS FACEBOOK DRAMA. i don't give a flying fuck whats happening with facebook friends who i never considered actual friends in the first place from high school but i know their name and face so i accepted their request. but i went to high school with some dumb/crazy/funny bitches/muthafuckas and i can't lie, i get a kick outta reading some of there shit. bitches who just turned 21 talkin bout how them and they girls finna hit the clubs and get all sloppy and talkin like they hot shit. BITCH I BEENNN DOOOIIIINNN THAT. makes me laugh man, i miss it. one day a girl postin how she love her best friend, they like sisters, then 24 hours later its all, "i knew you was a bitch all along you ugly ass slut". I miss it big time. but i'll be aight, i'm holdin strong, all things considered i dont miss the book one bit. class is still going? sweet merciful crap i can't take this, i'd be drooling on my keyboard if it werent for this post. but there it is again! another service that the book provided: preventing me from snoring my dick off in the middle of a 20 person class. Side Note: there aint no muthafuckin scenery in this class room, YOU FEEL ME?? bored as shit son. Sooooooooooo, gameplan for this weekend is as follows:
Side Note: Vargeezy say he miss bday shout outs to folks he don't get to talk to much, i say THANK GOD, you know how big of a dick i feel like everytime somebody bday come up that i totally would want to say happy bday to but i don't cuz i forget to check whose bdays are comin up? talk about a load off, now i'm off the hook. somebody don't like the fact i didn't say shit? tough noogies buster cuz i aint got no book so how was i supposed to know? mmmnnnnnyyyes I think this is all i got Peace&Love JeauxBeaux Obligatory Status Update
gone are the days of liking and disliking the status, as are the updates id post saying random shit like "hell yea suns" and "fuck catering." i've always been a twitter hater, but in my period of absence from the book i've realized how much like twitter it really is. ive said this before in another post, but i don't really care about the random shit people i haven't seen since highschool put as their status. the regrettable part is it that makes me know now that no one really cared about mine. before that fateful bottle sesh that spawned The Notwork i was a status fiend, sometimes posting multiple stati a day (what you know bout that plural grammar son). yes it can be cool to post your thoughts and feelings about a certain issue, but its all arbitrary and fleeting- none of it really has substance when you sit down and think about it. you post a status, people see it, often times judge it, and forget about it. it might sound like im on some vaulted pedestal right now talking down upon all the status updaters out there (trust me was one of them), but taking the time to update my shit just to let people know my thoughts for a total of 3 seconds just isnt really worth it to me right now. i'd rather just tell the people who really matter what im thinking in person. however, there are definitely things i do miss about facebook. as ray said, he couldnt see the pics from his g-ma's bday - kind of a bummer. i've got a cousin in DC with a young son that i'd definitely like to see pics of, as well as old Bush and Yvo's little dude if they ever post 'em up. i can't wish friends with whom my only means of contact with was facebook things like happy bdays anymore, but thats aight - we're doing this experiment for the sake of science. (we're scientists i guess?) but touching back on my main point, and call me a buster if you want for practicing self-contradiction - my imaginary status right now is definitely still "go suns" with some element of "i hate catering"
20101115: NextYeah, we watched the Shore; not in the least bit embarrassed to say it. In light of this notwork project and last month’s season finale, though, I miss it – that, I’m not a little ashamed to admit. Facebook and the shore both gave me the same thing: drama manufactured industrially, images that straddle the line between character and parody (maybe angels and insects?), outrageous plotlines with juicy twists. Now what is it we’ve to look forward to? It was a grave day when we found we’d spaced on last week’s Degras. More and moreso I’m finding myself settling my gaze on real life for chuckle-fuel: Jobin and Varg’s “Double Down,” that was definitely Vinny and Pauly D taking prospective wifeys out on an icebreaker. Me and ol’ Icepick in the back of the van taxi Halloween weekend, definitely a Shoreside (Jerry/Maury) freakout. Entertain us, yes.
stared dumbly @ the login page today
I can't look at family pictures from gramma's surprise 70th birthday party, the one I missed this past weekend.
Aggravated.
pacman
completely unrelated to the notwork but props to manny for beastin it once again
deactivate fbDefinitely a downside of not using the 'ol book. ---------- Forwarded message ---------- From: Rachel De Jesus Date: Fri, Nov 5, 2010 at 12:15 PM Subject: deactivate fb To: raymond dejesus how am I supposed to send you links now?! Academiks
Maybe its the adderall talkin but I've noticed that without the constant distraction of waiting for notifications, refreshing the news feed, and seeing whos on chat, ive totally been willing and almost eager to do work and get my shit done. I mean obviously this goes without saying - everybody knows facebook fucks with school. But not even having the option to look at it since my shits been deactivated is a huge relief - one less thing to bring down my GPA. Id thought about deactivating before when ive been in rough patches with school, but i never wanted to give up the book. I felt like i was missing out on shit. why research topics for an essay when i could see what some random jerkoffs from highschool were up to? It translates to everything in life though, not just studying: work, relationships, everything. why should we be interested with that shit in the first place? none of it affects us in our daily hustle and bustle, we got other shit to worry about. i begin to realize that now, even if its only been a week. Like blaz said, the evolution of first signing up for facebook back in highschool to what it was for me in my facebook prime (Spring '10) was filthy as shit. i'd be looking at the newsfeed almost religiously. If id have known the toll it takes on hours of shit i could have been doing, id punch mark zuckerburg in the crotch.
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I don't feel right sitting in front of the computer and not using facebook. It's like sitting next to a frozen assembly line, decrepit and forgotten. Yeah, dramatic like that. Is it safe to say we're keeping the 'ol John Galt spirit alive? In our own way we've thrown wrenches into the spiraling (downward, obviously) cultural gyre that's grown from a summary hurricane - one that we can categorize - it's gone from any of that to the fabled perfect storm. The faceless but sentient void, the abyss with purpose and intent. Drive, yes. Desire, but for what? I'm guessing this is the Machiavellian means to an end that is hivemind; collective and voluntary control of an army of automatons is what they're gonna get. We're being turned into ants and bees, stripped down to an instinct - the last one we're left with. JUST DO IT. I never questioned the iconic 90's slogan, the one that dominated my childhood: thank you Air Ubiquitous Max, now I can drop the name of a '97 crosstrainer and people will think I'm smart (or at the very least that I'm a snoot). In this case, neither had I made the connection that something spoken aloud can sound like "DO" but read more like "SUBMIT."
A pox on that, we say; imaginary guns out on three, gentlemen. Anyways. It seems our facebook fast is all going according to plan? It's good we've got each other, a little support system. That, and Loks and new glass. Yes. What are we using as electronic surrogates for the social experience? I'm done for life with stumbleupon and online shopping. I'm back on torrent sites, definitely logged into meebo.com for the first time since OSL days (our hero signed up for a Windows Live ID so he could do the 'ol *:D+ADDBUDDY* thing). Youtubes, SMODs, more of the same.
VirusAs I sit at home, I can't help but wonder why the fuck facebook had such a strangle hold on me... It seems like only yesterday I was innocently signing up for facebook looking for relief from my annoying myspace addiction. I have a very addictive personality (even though I'm pretty sure no one but me knows it...) and so I immediately delved into facebook only to watch as it slowly began to form into the new frankenstein myspace. Same shit different site. And even as I watched the entire thing change around me I couldn't help but continue to feed the monster that was slowly taking away hours of my life. Then slowly facebook became too much of a pain in the ass for me to want to deal with, mainly because there were to many people on facebook I couldn't trust. Once it gets to the point where people use facebook to snitch, I need to get out. I hope to god that after this 30 days I will just have forgotten about facebook (not literally) enough to just call it quits for good. Even when I was taking my "break" from facebook, I still found myself staring at the update page in a mindless stupor scrolling through bits of meaningless crap from people I don't even want to know anymore.... And yet I still couldn't pry my eyes from the screen. It seems to odd to think that I continued to surf that site while still knowing that I really didn't want to deep down. But I guess when I think about it, that is what makes America continue to thrive. People are able to make gross amounts of money getting people to repeat detrimental habits that are obviously not contributing to a their well-being. Either way I've already stopped having those random urges to go on facebook so I'm already past the first hump A Pimp Named Blazian |
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