Today, while in the throngs of a I’m -So -Bored -At -Work -I’ll -Check -Facebook -One -More -Time mood, I happened to come across some pictures on another friend’s profile of a boy I used to have a massive crush on. I mean, we’re talking a two year long ordeal here; 720 days of being very conscious of this boy’s existence. We had a few classes together my senior year, which only made things worse—or better, depending on the day. He was everything I currently want in a man: adorable, socially conscious, smart, hilarious, a snowboarder, slight hippie tendencies, sweet…did I mention he had dimples? I’m surprised I didn’t go blind from his cuteness. He made me understand how people can become psycho stalkers who stand outside windows and watch their obsessions sleep.

Hmm. Maybe that was too much information. Anyway. Moving on.

Looking at him in those pictures, and then checking out his profile, made me realize he was even more perfect for me than previously imagined. If our tiny About Me sections and Favorite TV sections were any indications of how compatible we’d be, Cute Hippie and I would be inseparable. And what does he do for a job? Why, he’s a teacher! For special needs kids. God. Perfection in Birkenstocks. Read More »

When we first got a computer—and the internet—my sister and I pitched a fit. At age 8, I was sure that this thing called the “web” my mother was so engrossed with, was a passing fad. My mother has always been technologicaly minded, I mean the woman was getting New Zealand pen pals for her fifth grade class in ’97. Now she’s assigned homework to 11-year-olds via her webpage and getting her class to create podcasts. Which is why, in this day and age, it is a bit easier for my mom to keep tabs on my whereabouts day in and day out.

I’ll have to admit that I’m horrible about calling home. For the most part, my life is just so damn busy and by the time I think to call, its way past their bed time. Fortunately for my mother (who has just learned to text… she never could get cell phones) she can harass me lovingly in about five different technological forms.

Point in case:

Mom 6/6/07 10:28 am: Hi call me!

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I remember when this odd new website, thefacebook.com, first surfaced at the beginning of my sophomore year in college. I thought it was a weird stalkery thing that would never really catch on. Well, boy was I wrong.

At first, I was anti-facebook and refused to put a picture up and only opened an account so that I could see what all the broohaha was about. After a few months, I looked like the creepy one with only a question mark to represent me. So, I gave in and posted my first facebook picture.

In my mind, the aspect that made facebook legitimate at first was the fact that it ONLY for college students. Somehow that justified it to me and seemed to minimize the amount of creepy old men posing as fourteen-year-olds that could be on it.

But now, The New York Times reports that Facebook is heading towards a future more similar to that of Myspace, and that sucks.

“Some of the new features, demonstrated by software developers at a Facebook event, will allow members to recommend and listen to music, insert Amazon book reviews onto their pages, play games and join charity drives, all without leaving the site.

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- I know what your saying, “I still haven’t finished all my SPRING sex positions ???”. I’m with ya, but put those spring things aside till next year and give these Summer Sex Positions a try. – (sexuall.org)

- Awaiting the July 10th release of Spoon’s highly anticipated forthcoming album Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga, The Hood Internet has put together a mad-cool mash-up of the album’s first single “The Ghost of You” with none other than GhostFace Killah. – (stereogum.com)

- Win a KOOBA “Natasha” Handbag just by leaving a comment. Could it be any easier?

- VIDEO – Bird drops a bomb on Bush. (liveleak.com)

- Abs-olute Hotties. The results are in- CollegeCandy’s Top 10 Hottest Abs in Hollywood. (collegecandy.com)

- Facebook goes to market. Facebook has added a new Craigslist-esque feature allowing you to find and buy college related items in your area – (facebook.com)

-Celebrity Couple Casualties. Something must be in the air. Last week we saw the demise of John Mayer & Jessica Simpson, Joel Madden & Nicole Richie and Lilo & Calum Best. The Soho Grand will never be the same after Blohan tore the posh hotel to shreds in her underwear. – (gawker.com)

- Summer Cocktails: Is Bartles and James your idea of a refreshing summer drink??? You better read this. (drinkoftheweek.com)

- Sex Secrets Revealed: Why do women fake it? The answer might just suprise you. (collegecandy.com)

- Yee Haw!!! A former stripper in Texas is sentenced to 3 1/2 years for conspiring to embezzle more than 1 million dollars from an Austin bank to start her own Nascar team. (chron.com)

- Back and Better Than Ever. The White Stripes release the first video from their upcoming release “Icky Thump”. (collegecandy.com)

Last weekend, my friend and I were perusing Facebook together via gmail (you do what you gotta do! She lives in NY), sending each other links to profiles worth checking out — you know, hot guys, mismatched couples, and the odd professor who is trying to be cool by being on Facebook.

Anyway, after one link she sent to me, she wrote, “you are not going to believe this.” Try me! I’m not easily thrown. I clicked.

And then I almost threw up. It was me. The picture was me. The hair, the sunglasses, the discerning gaze. I scanned the profile nervously, reading for clues to see who had hacked my picture. But wait… my birthday wasn’t June 10. I don’t like Blues Traveler. I’m not from Oregon. The profile wasn’t of me. It was of someone who looked exactly like me. Read More »

It pains me to admit this, but last year — during midterms, no less — I obtained a copy of He’s Just Not That Into You and read it, cover to cover and back again. And wept.

Well, maybe there were no physical tears, but for a good month after reading it I walked around in a cynical fog, thinking about all the guys who were obviously not thinking about me because they were not contacting me. I mean, there are just some days (cough, months) when my cell phone doesn’t ring, when my Facebook profile grows gray hair and tumbleweeds roll across my Myspace page. I’ve accepted it. It’s FINE.

But for those odd, golden days when a little bird with a message flies across the computer screen or I receive an ambiguous text message from my study buddy in American Cultures, I’ve devised a pyramid of interest – indication in relation to methods of contact other than talking face-to-face (which is soooo 1922) to help myself sort through this mess of modern communication. What does it all mean? Does he like me??? Let’s see! Read More »

Fact. When you sign up for Myspace, you have control over the privacy on your account.

Fact. No one forces your profile and pictures to be seen by everyone. You can choose the option if you want, but you can also choose to only show your friends and/or those you accept.

Fact. Millersville student, Stacy Snyder, must have been unaware of these things. Either that, or she’s a moron. I’ll choose the latter.

MSN.com reports the story of Snyder, who was on track to receive a degree in teaching. Everything was going according to plan. That is, until the university discovered her Myspace pictures. And no, they were not pictures of her and her family enjoying a lovely picnic at the park, or photos of her dancing at a nice ballet recital, or of her standing in front of the Washington Monument, holding her hand out to appear as though she’s holding the tiny little monument in her hand, like this. They were pictures of her, wasted at a Halloween party, wearing a pirate costume, with a drink in her hand and the caption, “Drunken Pirate.”

Millersville refused her education degree the night before graduation (what a DISS!) and gave her an English degree instead, because the school said that she “promoted underage drinking.” Read More »

• Condom found in Happy Meal. Hey, better safe than sorry.
• Marilee Jones, dean at MIT, faked her college credentials. Impressive.
• Fashion Find: Multi-Charm ring necklace, $28.99.
• Poll: Would you go under the knife?
• 95 year old lady graduates college!
• Orgasmic new sex toy: The Cone.
• Facebook.com’s office is the shit.
• So, Eve got arrested … then rescued by Sean Penn?

Anytime you get to dress up in college, it’s a big deal. Everyone is so used to rolling out of bed and going to class in sweats while hungover that we tend to forget that we all actually clean up quite nicely.

This past weekend, I had a formal event and it was the last big hurrah marking the end of our senior year… tear. We’ve been talking about it since february. Every girl wants to look perfect for these kinds of things … because we all know that pics will be up and tagged on facebook within 24 hours. So it’s very important to look your absolute best.

Well, out of nowhere last week, a zit popped up on my roommate’s forehead, right between her eyebrows. Not okay. She started stressing about what to do days before the big event. Another friend told her to use Visine on it the night before our formal. Visine? Yes, the stuff that is for dry, red, itchy eyes. It claims that it “gets the red” out, and apparently this works on pesky pimples too.

Let me tell you, it was a miracle. The morning of the formal, after applying Visine, her zit was pretty much gone. 

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I graduate in a couple weeks. Yes, I have come to terms with this and my emotional breakdowns have decreased to only once a week. Instead of wistfully reminiscing about each of my crazy college years and dispensing advice, I am now starting to look to the future as a mature adult…or something like that.

Facebook has been one topic of discussion lately for my graduating peers, and I still have not reached any conclusion yet. After college, is it considered weird to still be on facebook all the time? Should I switch to a more grown-up social networking site? Not that I know of any certain ones that exist, but it seems like the word, facebook, equals college in many minds. Would creating a myspace account take care of this issue? For some reason, myspace makes me think of creepy old men stalking the profiles of thirteen year old girls.

When I really think about deactivating my precious facebook account in hopes of gaining a real life, my heart starts to race and I get nervous that I will lose touch with all of my 508 ‘friends’.

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