Okay, i'm sorry for the late update... well in all honesty I don't-I mean I-i'm not an annual publisher... once again, i'm so sorry...
Hope you enjoy it anyway, feel free to review, insult me or give me blog ideas, I really do not mind! \(^.^)/
[24 June 12:47]
[Facebook. It is the reason as to why my generation cannot communicate properly. I say this as if I am not guilty. I am. I won't deny it, there's no point. However, what I can do, unlike all my other classmates, is use a little thing called 'common sense'. Although I don't deny the fact that I am a religious 'Facebook-ie'- what I cannot stand are the stupid nonstop statuses that no-one cares for, seriously. 'Spag bowl for tea tonight yuuuum.' Who cares? At what point do I turn around and tell myself 'Wow. That status on Facebook really has helped me choose spaghetti over Curry for tea tonight.' This will NEVER happen.
Another example, Last week I scrolled down my screen to find an image of some mediocre café, a plate with a scone placed on top, connotation being 'Mmm scones Om nom nom...' Why? I just cannot comprehend the pointlessness of this. At what point do you become so addicted to a social site that you take pictures of something you're about to consume? And what on earth does 'Om nom nom' mean? Who invented this stupid abbreviation? Does it mean Yum? I cannot wait to eat? This looks good? Someone please fill me in.
What's happening to our community, do people actually find these things to be of interest? I have so many questions and I'm getting so little answers. What little hermit decided to create this site? When making it, did they have the plan that it would become a virtual menu for food that other people are eating? I highly doubt it.
Another pet hate, Abbreviations! What- who- why did these little things come about? At what point did someone become so lazy they cannot type six letters? H-a-h-a-h-a. At what point did it become 'LOL'? By just typing 'hahaha' you can almost hear the laughter, whereas typing L-O-L… what do you hear when you type it? Message me. Because I honestly do not know, and it's starting to invade our speech! Oh dear lord. How on earth did that happen? Walking around college, it's all I can hear:
'Did you hear about what Kevin from science said to me last night over chat?' (Facebook has chat now)
'Oh yeah! LOL that was so funny!'
Someone. Anyone. HELP. At what point did humans become so lazy they couldn't laugh? Laughing is healthy, and it doesn't even take that much work! It is fact. Humor is infectious. Hearing the sound of roaring laughter is far more contagious then any LOL. In fact, when laughter is shared, it binds people together; increases happiness and private jokes are born. However, after much observation, LOL is a discourse marker. It destroys conversations, once the letters (I cannot call it a word any longer) L-O-L have been uttered, the conversation is as good as over. You'll sit there; basking in the aftermath of 'L-O-L-ing' as it's called, wondering to yourself 'Did I actually say LOL out loud?'
It invades our brains.]
"Tim… this kid is amazing." The blond cat looked up at Allen with a haunting feeling that this wouldn't be the last time his little slave mentions the not-so famous blogger. Settling on the desks surface he let his eyes close half way and his ears settle down to the back of his head. He tucked his tail under his paws then tilted his head in the direction of the whitette, giving him his half-hearted attention. Allen got up out of his chair only to sit back down again, this time settling his legs beneath himself so he sat on them cross legged. He leant forward and pointed a glove finger at the screen.
"He said he didn't know what 'om nom nom' meant… I don't know what 'om nom nom' means either!" He quickly tucked a stray hair behind his ears "And-and-and here! Look at this!" Allen shifted he laptop forwards so it was right in Tim's disgruntled face, pointing at the screen repeatedly for emphasis "He doesn't like abbreviations… don't like them ether! Tim! Do you know what this means?" He pulled his face away from the screen just enough to be able to look at the cat.
To Allen's disappointment Tim, in an impressive span of twenty seconds, had jumped down from the table and wondered of too who knows where; sighing, Allen leant back in his chair and once again stared at his screen. "I'm starting to think I have an unhealthy addiction to this blog" He mumbled to no one in particular. He leant down and pulled open the desk's draw and retrieved his blank notepad. One night, while screaming in an incredibly manly fashion, Allen had decided to do this stalking thing orderly and efficiently. He figured, why walk around asking people about the blog when he could le this blogger do all the work himself. Using the blog update, Allen had written down a fact it gave him about the blogger's looks/personality, then he would look at the year group and slowly thin out the list of potential bloggers. He figured this would be the most efficient and least public way of doing things, of course he has yet to find the blogger but he's getting there, slowly but surely.
He looked at his ever growing list and neatly let his ballpoint meet the paper to write the next important bullet point.
BLOGGER IS A GRAMMER NANZI. DISLIKES ABREVIATIONS. MOST LIKELY AN ENGLISH STUDENT.
Allen smiled at the paper, never before had he felt so excited at a list, he used the biro to scratch at his forehead as he reread the blog, double checking for any important missed out pieces of information. He had long ago given up the idea of contacting the blogger himself, risk embarrassment, no way. He gasped at the realisation of missing out such an obvious fact,
HAS A FACEBOOK ACCOUNT. HOWEVER DISLIKES FACEBOOK.
He shook his head at how creepy he felt. He now understood why people often said that having an obsession was unhealthy, he was stalking someone who he had never meet, trying to find out who they are, considering adding them on Facebook or even deleting his own account… obsession is a scary thing.