Thoughts on Twitter.

Typically, I formulate in my head what I want to say in a blog before I actually sit down to type it. This approach to blogging makes no sense to me whatsoever because I don't even do that with any of my school papers or assignments. They're mostly spur of the moment. I was just laying in bed wondering if I really should type my thoughts knowing that maybe some of my faithful readers who do Tweet could be offended. But whatevs.

From Dictionary.com:
twit⋅ter/ˈtwɪtər/
1.to utter a succession of small, tremulous sounds, as a bird.
2.to talk lightly and rapidly, esp. of trivial matters; chatter.
3.to titter; giggle.
4.to tremble with excitement or the like; be in a flutter.

From UrbanDictionary.com:
Twitter
-A form of chatline for social media "experts" to add thousands of random strangers and wank off to impress other social media "experts" by posting links to articles about the phenomenon of social media
-A social networking site that deals with simply status updates. Instead of friends you have "followers" and you can follow people as well

I must confess that several months ago, I made a Twitter. This was way before MC Hammer and Barack Obama. I think my only update consisted of the word "um" or "uh", and I have not updated sense. It's basically the same as Facebook/Myspace/e-mail/blogspot/text messaging. I mean really. Why update both your Twitter status and Facebook status. Is one supposed to be "more artsy" than the other? I feel like that if I did regularly update a Twitter, a day would be as follows:

9:15 am:"Just woke up. I need to pee."
9:30 am:"Just got out of the shower. I hope Chelsea didn't pee in it."
9:54 am: "Walking to class. Put new pictures of FB last night."
10:27 am: "In class. The person beside me smells. I need to pee."
10:34 am: "@sarahsmom Mom why do you have Twitter now."
11:39 am: "Almost out of class. Who wants to go to lunch? Tweet me."
12:16 pm: "Lunch in the cafeteria always sucks. I need to poop."
1:17 pm: "At work. Still need to poop."
2:32 pm: "Finished with work. Bored. Tweet me."
2:45 pm: "@sarahsmom I'll call you later."
3:87 pm: "Reading. Finally pooped. Talked to mom on the phone. While pooping."
5:45 pm: "Dinner in the cafeteria always sucks. I need to poop."
7:30 pm: "I hate Spanish. I'm going to avoid doing it as long as possible."
9:45 pm: "I wish the Office had come on tonight."
12:03 am: "Don't tweet me I'm going to bed. Oh yeah and I updated my blog."
12:12 am: "@sarahsmom Mom quit Tweeting me and go to bed."

So what really convinced me to type all this blog is when a friend, who shall remain nameless, woke me up to ask if I had any laundry detergent. As I was rummaging around the washer/dryer area searching for some, she proceeded to tell me that another friend of ours asked, via Twitter, if she could sew the hole in his pants back together. This made me lol. What if she had not checked her Twitter for days, and my friend with the hole in his pants had to walk around with said hole in pants. Lots of people probably would have made fun of him. (btw: I hope you get that mended, friend.)

Also, whats up with celebrities and Twitter? For bands it's like, "Writing our new Record." And it's the same updates for months, until, "Recording our new Record." Then "Releasing our new Record." Everyone is just going to stream it off the Internet illegally anyway. Or like, does Lindsay Lohan have a Twitter? I would be curious to read hers. Or what has Rod Stewart been up to lately, might try to find him on the Twit.

Okay, I really don't care if you Twitter or not, I just don't see the point of it. But if you are going to Twitter, the only person worth following is Ellen Degeneres. If this is the path the future of communication is taking us down, I fear I shall be traversing a different road.


Point, Briggs.

Saludos.

5 Things That Have Bugged Me Today:

1.) Close minded people who claim to be liberal.
2.) Cops who sit and wait to pull people over the minute the speed limit changes.
3.) Those dead birds in front of the science building.
4.) Spanish. It just looms over me.
5.) Jean on jean. Please, just don't do it.

5 Things That Haven't Bugged Me Today:

1.) Pastors with Facebook.
2.) Chatting with Pastors before classes.
3.) Making copies.
4.) Being alone in my car for that short fifteen minutes.
5.) Working out. Feels good.

Four Winds.

Charlie fell on Friday night. Saturday morning he had a huge bandage on his head and proceeded to tell me of the previous night's events. "I just tripped over my own feet," he said, "I don't know how it happened." I politely smiled and answered, "It's okay, I'm clumsy too." He then went on to say that he was sure his fall knocked him out. He was all alone. He next thing he knew, he woke up in his bed, with no recollection of how he ended up there. I asked him if he went to the hospital and he said no. He told me he was hard headed and he'd fall a few times before, without even a scar. He took off his hat and showed me his head. I noticed a couple of scars on his barren forehead. Luckily he was riding that morning and not driving. When he left I said, "Take care of yourself, Charlie. Be careful." He smiled and replied, "I can't believe you remembered my name."

ResLife Office.

So I'm sitting at the desk in ResLife. I'm wearing a cardigan and witnessing all these crazy antics going on around me. I can't help but wonder if this is how Pam feels all the time. Sadly there isn't any Jim in here. I'm sure Ryan Bradley would not appreciate me making googly eyes at him all afternoon.

I'm going to play Solitaire.

This is the title.

I think songs get stuck in your head for a reason.

I don't like it when people say one thing but think another. It's frustrating and you'll never know the truth.


If Zach Vanderburg reads this, please look up Luke 6:31. I told you it was in there. If Zach Vanderburg does not read this, someone please tell him to look up Luke 6:31. And he owes me 5 bucks.

Last week feels like it happened months ago. Time moves so quickly. I like it and I don't like it.

All new episode tonight, guys. 9pm at teh Beam.
I love these guys.

Sporatic Thoughts of the Day.

I am golden.

Speaking of being golden, if I had a blog for everytime someone told me they want/like my yellow coat, I'd have way too many blogs.

Honey Nut Cheerios Snack Mix is really good. Not as good as regular Chex Mix, but still pretty good.

"The Wedding Dress" by Derek Webb is a pretty good song. I have good friends who like good music. High five to them.

Also, this is important. Spike Jonze? Yes.

CharlotteOne is really awesome and all my friends that see this blog who haven't gone yet please come next Tuesday with me. Thou shall not regret it.

If you see flowers in the quad, I don't know anything about it.

I can't even blog about how I feel right now.

It's THAT good.

Cambodia Bound.

I found a four leaf clover yesterday. I haven't found one in over a year probably. I used to be so good at finding them. I could walk outside for five minutes and get like twenty. Then all of a sudden I just couldn't seem to find them. When I walk outside around campus or somewhere I typically scan the ground, not because I'm self conscious, but searching for those pesky little clovers.


I'm not superstitious, but I am a little stitious.

sunny days.

Today I:

i. Really liked the band at Ridge.
ii. Really liked the people I ate lunch with.
iii. Bought a new dress. And scarf.
iv. Ate a little bit of beef. Whoa.
v. Laid in bed for a long time. Reading, of course. Catching up.
vi. Really liked car ride talks to church.
vii. Realized Application in necessary. Vital.
vii. Really liked the band at Elevation.
ix. Will really begin praying for right now. For tomorrow. For myself. For others.
x. Loved birthday presents even more.
xi. Played with play dough.
xii. Will study for my test.

Pink Nasty.

No more personal details will ever spill from these lips again.
They only find themselves resurfacing in the most inconvenient and embarrassing places.

Anyway, she's cool. Thanks Ryan.

My deepest, most profound blog yet.

It's really nice outside today.

and all my afflictions are only light ones anyway now.

Today I was reading in John about Mary and feet and washing with hair and stuff and I hear the intro to "Kiss Your Feet". Like started as soon as I began reading the passage. God is good.

It's things like that and days like today that get me reeaall good feelin.

dress us up.

Today in the car on the way home it was beautiful. I was staring out the window at the moon and felt the sun on my back when I hear "the sun and the moon, they come out of their grave just for You." I like it when God does things like that to remind me of how he loves me.

the weather channel?

If you think your life sucks and is depressing, go see the Reader. It'll cheer you right up. But don't take your mother. Or your father. Or any siblings you might have. You might not even want to go with your significant other or best friend. Go by yourself. I sat in the theatre with my mother and about seven elderly couples while enduring some of the most intense and awkward sex scenes I've ever watched in a film.

Also, on a lighter note, I love feuding celebrities.
1. http://www.pitchforkmedia.com/article/news/149560-radiohead-suffer-the-wrath-of-miley-cyrus
2. http://www.pitchforkmedia.com/article/news/149552-win-butler-responds-to-wayne-coynes-diss
3. http://www.pitchforkmedia.com/article/news/149542-coyne-on-arcade-fire-theyre-pricks-so-fuck-em

setting suns.

Driving around sunset is perfect. Especially when you're coming back froma long trip that has messed with you mentally and emotionally.
Coming home is so good.
Mountains are heartwarming.
My feet are finally warm.

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Fact: Despite the snow, ice, coldness, dreariness, bleakness, smelly cars, and insane amount of chocolate, Pennsylvania is a pretty decent state.