Facebook

Sometimes I hate Facebook. I really, really do. I love that I am connected to my friends and family who are all over the globe (let's all just give a huuuuge sigh of relief and prayer of thanks because my amazing cousin Jon just finished his second tour in Afghanistan and is home safe with his wife and daughter) and I love being up-to-date with the goings-on in their lives.

However, I have 578 friends. I genuinely like about 95% of them, but the remaining 5% I keep around because they are trainwrecks and I find it amusing to see the latest mess they've gotten themselves tangled up in, or I would feel guilty if I deleted them. Why would I feel guilty? Well, because I used to go to church with them, or we used to be close friends but now I secretly hate them, or I just think they are the kind of person who would notice if their number of Facebook friends went down and would quickly find out it was me who deleted them. Stuff like that.

I am not the kind of woman who is good at holding her tongue. I enjoy being able to say whatever is on my mind (within reason), but I find myself having to stop myself clicking the "comment" button or the "send" button more often than I like. It drives me crazy. I want to tell that idiot pregnant girl to stop acting like it's anybody's fault but her own that she got pregnant. I want to tell that hypochondriac that nobody takes her seriously, and that she needs to get her life in order and stop expecting other people to fix it for her. I want to tell that creepy dude that he's never going to get a real girlfriend if he keeps being so creepy. I want to tell that lady that she gave up her right to be selfish when she decided to have children, and she needs to care more about THEM then partying with nasty people in Seattle.

I can't delete these people. I've tried. My mouse has hovered over the "delete" link more times than I can count, and I've had to shut down my computer many times to stop myself from replying to these crazy people's status updates and telling them how much they suck. I wish I could shake off these people without making them hate me.

This blog doesn't really have a point, but I've needed to vent about this for a while now, and for some reason I don't think a passive-aggressive status update of my own would do any good whatsoever. So here we are.

I guess I'll finish with a question... are there any people (on Facebook or in person) that you wish would just GO AWAY, no questions asked?

It's go-time.

If you're keeping track like I am (or, like the wedding day countdown I added to iGoogle the other day is) you will know that it's just 17 days until Nathan and I get married. WHOA! I'm really excited but I'm also glad that I got a bite guard from the dentist because I'm sure all this stress is making me grind my teeth like crazy. I know I'm overthinking things, and there aren't as many things left to do as I think there are, but just to ease my mind, enjoy a list.

~ flowers
~ pick up my wedding dress! it's done!
~ tablecloths! navy squares/runners!
~ call people about making desserts
~ clean my room
~ pack my stuff
~ make a guestbook! ahhhhhh! or procure one at any rate...
~ plates, cups, napkins, forks
~ vases! I need two large identical vases!
~ make a playlist for the reception (two point five hours of music)
~ pick up cool light fixtures from bro. vaughan
~ honeymoon!honeymoon!honeymoon!
~ pikachu cake topper...
~ order ties
~ figure out if I need to buy new makeup bought some.
~ make my face less ugly/acne-ravaged
~ make sure Nathan gets shoes
~ let virtue garnish my thoughts unceasingly


ummm. that's it for now. I am probably forgetting some small things but not too worried about it. HOPEFULLY I haven't forgotten anything major.