#finalsdelirium

[mynextfrontier-blog]

When life gives you a strobe light, have a strobe light dance break #finalsdelirium

[warfareheart]

SG Snugglez with our wittle ones. #finalsdelirium #regram #gonnamissthis

[ooscarreeveraah]

I don't feel special.

[heart-prisms]

I remember those days I wanted to make YouTube videos.

[hand-to-blog]

PSA: things that pop up on my newsfeed

A quick rant, because I want to avoid doing work, and because this is my blog, so I can do WHATEVA I WANT.

So here 'tis. My mini-rant on things that are wrong in the world, as exemplified by some recent muploadz (read: mobile uploads) of a friend girl that I went to high school with but have never spoken to.

Figure A. (click for irl-size)

I've attempted to censor the photo, but I mean, if she saw this, she would know it was her. And that would be awkward, because I literally don't think we've ever spoken. Which begs the question, why am I Facebook friends with someone I've never spoken to? And why, in a class of merely 200 girls, was I unable to get to know everyone? Both of which are questions to ponder another day.

Back to Figure A.

As you look at this expertly edited photograph, you may think to yourself, "Why, Pcakes...with the exception of large, unnaturally blue circles blocking their faces, what is wrong with this photo?"

To which I will say, "You can't see their faces?! You should get that checked out." That's right, I've just diagnosed you a la PSYC 043.

I kid, I kid.

But if you really see nothing wrong with this photo, let me shatter the glass of your oblivion. Or just rant neurotically about something which you do not care about. I'm okay with both.

As you will see, I have carefully selected and enlarged part of the caption, which reads "My baby and I at medieval times, hehehe :)" First of all, if I ever, and I mean ever, refer to my boyfriend (which I will have, one day... I'm sure of it...) as "my baby" in a public forum, literally, and I mean li-trahhly defriend me. Because I would hate to have to subject you to that kind of vomdotcom rubbish. Also, what happens when you break up? Your online tomfoolery will forever be available for strangers commoners like myself to stalk and make fun of. Or, then you have to de-friend them and untag all of your  pictures, because your new boo will get all confused-like when he sees pictures of you and your old boo canoodlin'. Online PDA is the worst kind of drivel. When you do this, I want to flag your shit as inappropriate. Once I actually saw this on facebook: "Baby, if I loved you any more my heart would explode!!" My eyes exploded instead. This also includes long wall-to-walls with multiple ♥♥s and/or pictures of you and your significant other making out. I don't need to see stop motion animation of your makeout sesh. I get it. You like each other.

There is also the issue of actually being able to identify the people in the foto without cocking my head 90°. It is the year 2011 (WHAT, you say??). If you are able to take high-res snapshots with your cell phone and then upload them instantly online, you are probably capable of also clicking the little button with the rotate symbol. You should not be making the same technological mistakes as my mother, who, btw, doesn't even know how to put pictures online. Get with it.

Also, I'm not really a fan of selkas (self-shots). Although, I get it. sometimes you don't want to ask someone else to take a picture. And sometimes you wanna be fobby. We all have our vices.

**As a disclaimer, if you are my friend, I automatically un-crit any of these offenses in which you partake and will swear that someone tumblr-jacked me and wrote this.