This has been an exhausting week for some reason. I am finishing up the details on my dissertation, which shouldn't take that long, but I just don't want to sit down and finish it.
I have had a weird little headache for three days now. A few minutes ago, I went to take an Excederine and accidentally took a Tylenol pm because I wasn't thinking. I realized my mistake as I swallowed it and panicked. I am already tired and didn't want the added sleepiness and heaviness. In my panic, I even tried to make myself throw up (sorry if that is TMI and very lame). Don't be too worried though, I failed, I have no idea how to gag myself. But I think I did succeed in spraining my tongue.. is that even possible? I bet you all want to take back your "Congrats Doc" comments.
I had this annoying conversation with my mom yesterday (for the record, all conversations with my mom are annoying). I had told my mom about my defense on numerous occasions and it didn't seem to register. So, we were talking about why I didn't want to send an email to the family informing them (again? officially?) of my defense or why I don't want to send a "graduation announcement" email. The reason, if you are curious, is that very few of them care at all (or at least that is how I feel): they don't know what I study or why I have been studying so long or why I have chosen a lengthy degree that will not give me a million-dollar-salary pay-off in the end. They don't ask me about it and seem to get fidgety if I mention anything about my studies. In general, most of them don't ask me much about me: I am the "listener", the "receiver-of-rants" and the "advice-giver".
That part was kind of annoying, trying to justify or explain why I feel so lacksadaisical (sp?) about the family apathy dynamic. So I told her that I had posted a "status update" on facebook. So we started talking about facebook and it became clear that she really has no idea how it works. The conversation went like this:
She: Oh, I didn't get that email, do you have my correct address?
Me: Mom, it's not an email, it is a status update.
She: well, I didn't get the notification.
Me: They don't sent notifications to everyone just because I post an update.
She: well, then how do I find out about it
Me: you get on facebook
She: I don't use facebook that much.
Me: Well, that is where I posted it.
She: So where do I see your status updates?
Me: it shows up in your live-feed on your home page--all the recent activity from your facebook friends shows up.
She: well I think I have two facebook accounts, for my two different emails, which one do you have?
Me: What???? I don't think it matters what email you have, that is just where they send notifications and is used for your login.
She: because I didn't get that notification
Me: mom, there is no notification for status updates.
She: I can't even find facebook on my gmail page.
Me: it's not on your gmail page, you have to go to the facebook page, facebook.com to sign in
She: I can never remember which email to sign in with or my password
Me: well, you have to write those things down somewhere...
(she gets on her facebook page and starts explaining everything she sees.)
She: Cindy says "blah blah" Roger says "blah blah"
Me: (in my head: I don't care what your friends are doing)
She: I don't see yours
Me: That's because it was last Friday, a lot has happened since them. You can go to my profile to see it.
She: how do I get to your profile?
Me: (silent scream--ahhhhh) you have to click on my name,
Me: anywhere you see it, or click on my picture under your list of friends.
She: hmm, I don't see it... pause....
Me: you can click on my name on any comment I have made or even when we "became friends" or go to your list of friends and click on me.
She: you haven't commented on my page
Me: becuase I just send you an email if I need to
She: oh, I see we have some friends in common
Me: (impatiently) umm hmm, most of the siblings
She: where is Q? Why isn't Q on here?
Me: Q is not on facebook, I don't know why.
She: I thought he had a page, I think I have seen it
Me: no that is myspace, he has a myspace page.
She: they have all these new things now, like Twitter, I am on Twitter and I find it very challenging.
Me: Yes, the word limit...yeah, I'm not going to do Twitter.
and on and on
She still wishes that facebook would send notifications for important events like that and she thinks it is weird that facebook says that we "are now friends"
Am I just too easily annoyed?
So facebook is what it is and it has its annoying qualities, but I got to thinking about what I limit myself to on facebook. So this is my new facebook contract detailing what I will and will not do:
I will look at photos you post and even comment.
I will tell you that the photos of your baby/kids/grandkids/and maybe even your dog/cat are cute (because it is usually true)
I will post photos of my kids (I may appear occasionally, though I generally take the pics so I am usually not in them [and I am not very photogenic]).
I will read your updates and might comment, especially if they are not about what you are eating for dinner (except for Eileen and the artichokes, because I love artichokes) or what your plans for the evening are.
I will not post 10 status updates a day (not even one a day, acutally).
I will not throw a snowball at you.
I will not poke you.
I will not send you a gift to put under your Chirstmas tree.
I will not send you good Karma (at least not on facebook, I will send you old-fashioned telepathic Karma if you need it).
I will not help you steal arms or bury a dead body in Mafia Wars.
I will not send you a virtual plant for your facebook garden (though I have been known to give real plants as gifts).
I will (probably) not participate in the quest to determine: which celebrity diva I am most like; which of the seven dwarves I should marry; what kind of starbucks drink I am; what periodic element I am; which celbrities I want to be stuck in an elevator with; what crayon color I am; how sexy my name is; what my spririt animal is; how well I know the "Twilight" series. I am a party-pooper, I already know that.
I will not try to beat your score on any facebook game. (maybe... they'd have to come out with a really good one).
I will not send you a picture of a gift or a champagne flute (though I will happily drink real champagne in your honor if you are celebrating).
No offense, but I will probably ignore any of the above objects that you send to me because accepting them usually means that you give that application access to all of your info and list of contacts--which is both creepy and annoying.
Now, let's create a facebook poll: Who still wants to be fb friends with Annje (aka the fb grinch)?
Now I am feeling very sleeeeeeeepyyyyyyy......xkajfoiehioehryoiweqhoiq[