Fancy that

Facebook is taking over. It's so obvious. I hardly get on Myspace, and when I do it's to listen to music or something like that. Facebook really takes care of my 'talking' needs. I've realized that Facebook is more for the 'older kids'. I'm sure that a lot of middle schoolers and some Freshmen still think that Myspace is cool, but they too will conform and become a Facebooker. Just a matter of time. But there are a couple things that I don't like about Facebook.



One: Changes

Why must Facebook change so much? Right when people are getting a hang of the new Facebook. It's like 'oh, I finally understand... wait, a NEW update?! Everything is gonna change.. again?!" Yeah. Thanks Facebook for keeping us on our toes.







Two: Creepers

Facebook is a little too open. You can see everything about one person. I swear, at the rate Facebook will just have little cameras following you around that rec. everything you say and do. How about that, Facebook, you like that? Stalkerbook...





Three: Farmville

I hate it, so much. If i get one more request about Farmville, or some gift from some random person I don't know I'll throw my computer out the window. It's so annoying.



Speaking of Farmville, today Marshall was trying to get me to play.

"Come on Melissa. It's actually really fun." he smiled really big.

I shook my head, "No way, man. Farmville is so.. lame." I stated simply.

His face looked shocked, "Lame? Farmville? Naahh!"

I laughed, "Farmville? Lame? Known fact."

"But, in Farmville you get to make money! And you can grow things and stuff. It's a lot of fun, and very addicting." he tried to convince me.

"Sorry, but I don't want to waste all my time on the computer 'farming' " I used my fingers as air quotations.

"Plleeeaaseee! At least try it. You could be my neighbor! I could like," he paused, "fertilize your eggs and stuff." he begged.

I looked at him for a second, did he really just say what I think he said? His face looked innocent, he obviously didn't realize what he had just said. I began to laugh. Hard.

"What? What did I sa-" Then, realization spread across his face. His eyes getting wide, and his cheeks began to turn pink. "Oh my God. I'm so sorry Melissa. I- I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry!" his face looked alarmed.

I sat there laughing, and tried to tell him to calm down. "Marshall, it's cool. I know you didn't mean it like... that." He blushed at my words and I laughed some more. "Don't sweat it." I said finally.









Things I really like:

Water

Hoodies

Button down shirts

French

Where the Wild Things Are

Books

Pita chips

Hummus

French

Carlos

Doodling

Mustangs

Hats

Did I mention.. French?

FRENCH

I want to learn this language so bad. I think that it's the sexiest language on the face of this planet. I just really enjoy it. It's beautiful,