Wednesday, January 26, 2011

One of those days...

Did you ever just have one of those days? Yeah, you know the days I'm talking about. The days when all you want to do is just sit down and have a beer, or get lost in a movie featuring John Cusack holding up a radio. (Okay, maybe that last part is just me) But anyway.

Today, is one of those days. My morning started with me waking up with no covers on. I woke up not from my alarm, but because I was freezing my bejesus off. So I grabbed the covers and realized that the covers themselves were freezing, so what did it matter anyway.

Procrastinating on getting out of bed, I hoped for one thing, and one thing only. "Please let it be -3 degrees out." Yes, I'm serious. Well, to my dismay, weatherchannel.com told me it was 30 degrees and snowing. So did the next three weather sources I checked, which is the beauty of the internet. If you don't believe one source you have five more right at your finger tips. I checked Twitter anyways (my professor tweets if class is canceled, which it wasn't, because it wasn't below zero.) Whatev.

So I finally got out of bed, and what do you know but... no heat in my apartment!! (I guess there's an upside to it not being -3 degrees out.) I froze my bejesus off for another half hour and made the dreaded walk across campus.

The rest of the day's events were pretty normal until about 1:45. I went to cash in coins at PNC for THON. I put my coins in and half of them processed, but then there was this awful crunching noise that I'm almost positive the machine wasn't supposed to make. Being Monica, I panicked and kinda just hit it, which solved nothing. The guy sitting next to the machine just kinda of looked at me. I looked back and said, "Ummm, I don't know if it's supposed to be making that sound!" He kind of just looked at me. Whatev. The coins finished counting themselves anyway so who cares.

I got to the cashier or teller or whatever you are supposed to call bank people and set my nice skinny caramel machiatto down on the desk (mmm, my new favorite drink). The teller says, "That smells good." Trying to be nice I said, "Aw, I should have brought you one!" She said, "Um, no, you shouldn't. I'm old and caffeine effects my body in different ways." Ohhhh, okay. On that note...

Let me pause to say, I forgot my cellphone. Damn.

Get to class, sit down for nice reading of the CDT, still enjoying my half-full machiatto (notice how I still am referring to it as half-full). Well not for long. In comes the annoying couple. I'm calling them the annoying couple because that's what they are. Who schedules classes with their hubbies anyway? Back to the point. The XY-chromosome-bearing individual carelessly walks by my desk, knocking over my beautiful skinny caramel macchiato. Ugh. He proceeded to clean it by throwing a newspaper over it. No he did not offer me 4 dollars to compensate. Whatev.

Here we are. Let's just pray I make it til tomorrow.

Friday, January 14, 2011

Why it isn't okay to post that your pregnant on Facebook (I mean, unless your really are pregnant)

For the longest time I've wanted to try just one social experiment: Post the following status, "I guess it's time I've informed the Facebook world that I'm expecting."

This is something I've wanted to do for more than 9 months, which should tell you that no, I am not pregnant and have never been. That being said, I don't plan on getting pregnant either (not anytime soon, anyway).

So you may be wondering why exactly I would want to do this... Well the truth is, Facebook fascinates me because of all of the drama it creates. Therefore, for my own amusement, I would love to see people freak out if I announced that. I would be receiving text messages out the wazoo, so would my family, and I can pretty much bet my boyfriend would as well. For me, it would be generally amusing to see how many people would react so seriously to a stupid post on Facebook. To others this may just seem like a way to generate attention, which is understandable, but really I my only purpose would to see how seriously people really take Facebook.

But, I can't/would never do that and there are a few reasons why.

Whether I like it or not (and I don't really) Facebook is taken so seriously. People really believe the stuff posted on Facebook, to a point that it even causes stress. Just think, 10 years ago Facebook didn't even exist, and now it runs our lives.

Being pregnant is obviously not something to joke about, anyway. When I told my mom I was going to do that just for sh*ts and giggles she got this terrified look on her face and quietly said, "Monica, please don't do that." My sister said, "I know someone that did that once and honestly, it is NOT worth it."

Obviously, I understand why. I wouldn't be writing this if I didn't. I just find it so fascinating how seriously a post can be taken on Facebook. So many people in our culture claim "they don't trust anyone", but if that's the case, than why do Facebook statuses provide complete truth?

So in the midst of everyone's panic about Zodiac signs last night, I posted that I was worried about my Sagittarius tattoo and what I would do about it now. This is a false statement. I hate tattoos. Even so, people so close to me (one being my boyfriend) contacted me to see if I really had a tattoo that I wasn't telling anyone about. WHAT?! lol, half of these people know me better than anyone!

So it just raises some questions... Why is Facebook taken so literally? Why do we get so serious about it?

All I know is that in my own hindsight, I would probably cause a lot of chaos and turmoil, maybe even pain, by posting I'm pregnant... So I guess I better stick to my favorite policy -- even on Facebook -- the truth. I guess my only advice is to not post you are pregnant on Facebook, unless, of course, you really are -- then it's okay :)