Facebook

Apparently I signed up for Facebook on Oct 22, 07. I didn’t even know what it was. I thought Annie was just sending me pictures and I was trying to view them. I finally signed in and realized there was one. I was like, well that was a waste of my time. So my Dad calls me a couple of weeks ago and says he’s into Facebook. My dad? Seriously? Cool beans. I go on to check it out because really, I think it’s pretty funny my dad’s into Facebook.

Apparently when I made the account, since I didn’t know what it was, I called myself Maria Diane. No Albright, no Rushing, not even Märia. Just Maria Diane, I was like, hmmm, I should probably change that. As far as I can tell 20 minutes later, it is not possible.

It’s craziness how many people are on this thing though. Unfortunately, it’s not that great of a tool for spying on people. All you get to see is a 1/4“ square picture of them, you have to send like an invitation for friendship and then they have to accept it. And well that would defeat the purpose of spying wouldn’t it. I couldn’t even spy on Jason properly. Oh BTW, I did get your message, but well calling people or returning phone calls has not been my strong point recently. A lot of times I think ”Oh, I should call such and such….oh look at the laundry….and the dishes…oh and this book looks totally great…oh, wait all of that is on hold, Seporah and Felicity are writing on the walls with mud.“ See that’s why Facebook should let me spy.

Or you know what would be even better, everyone should have a blog. I love blogs. They’re flippin’ awesome. I love reading about Sarah making a couch or Suzanne’s obsession with Lost or looking at Lynda’s pictures that are infinitely superior to mine. So yeah, everyone ditch Facebook and join Blogger.

January 31, 2009   Posted in: Märia's Moments