This is a reminder from your past self.

Don't forget to blog about privacy, remeber yesterday when you said "remind me to blog about privacy" Now seems like a good a time as any. Especially after you had to remind your sister one million and a half times to knock on your door before entering. You know, to "respect your privacy" and all that.


    Uhhhhg. Don't remind me. However past self, this is a good idea, privacy is such a big issue these days, also I've been reading about it in this awesome book called "The Peep Diaries" (Which is pretty much what inspired me to write a blog, just sayin') privacy on the internet is basically at extremes, either all your information is available (sometimes super easy to find, sometimes it takes a little bit of research, I'm sure someone could track this back to me pretty simply)  Or you're completely anonymous. Basically privacy on the internet is a joke. If someone wants to find you and kill you, they would and could. That being said, there must not be many people who want to find and kill you, because I don't see many reports on the news about people being killed after being tracked on the internet. 

   The issue with facebook isn't privacy persay, but "Oversharing". When people post bits of information from their daily life that is just a little to personal. Liek: GOT CRUNK, SLEPT AROUND YEAH. 
That is oversharing. Especially when you have your mom or your boss on facebook.

    On a totally unrelated note, anyone remember "The Philosopher Kings"? They had two big hits in 2006 (lol, I was in grade seven, oh, good lame ass times) 'Castles in the Sand' and 'Give Back the Love' . I didn't remember them until I heard them again. Bonus points to those who can figure out (or remember, as the case may be) why I wiki'd these guys in the first place.

Actually, nah, no bonus points, because there are only two of you who would be able to figure it out at all.

Actually, I should probably say it, because this is a documenting blog, and not a... some other type of blog.  And If I don't say it, it probably wont make any sense when I look back on it in 3-5 years. (Which is the point of this blog you know)
Eh, I'll point out the connections next blog.

Llama Ryhmes With Drama

FINALLY, Blogger was being a jerk and not loading the composition box properly, I was starting to get frustrated.
Also, because It seems firefox has given up on the wonders of spell check, I'm blogging from google chrome.
I love google chrome for it's fast work-ocity, but not for it's for "collecting all your informationlol". Oh well, privacy in these times is merely an illusion (remind me to blog about privacy)
But I promised you a tale of high drama for today, so high drama there will be... Sort of.
See, I kind of feel guilty for running of my mouth on my blog about one specific person, even if no names will be said, just because I know If I start writing, I'll just keep writing and shit will get out of hand.

       But what the heck ever, I need to get some shit off my chest. If you actually know me IRL, you've probably heard this rant.

         Don't you hate it when you do nearly nothing of consequence wrong, and someone flips the fuck out and decides to block you out of their lives. Like, so there's this one person, right. And I said some stuff about their boyfriend right, but the thing is, I said it to her face, and also, directly to her boyfriend (not to his face, because, you know, I don't like him all that much) so she knew I said it, and didn't even tell me to lay off. Not at all. Then, all of a sudden, something changes (like I made a decision that she didn't agree with or something, I'm not entirely sure) and then BAM I've been blocked by her on facebook (after she left a rather rude comment that I couldn't reply to even if I wanted to) and she's talking about how much of a bitch I am, talking about things that happened months ago that she didn't have any problem with months ago, but for some reason, matter now.
          Anyways, the stupidity blows my mind, and I really don't want to deal with it anymore, but my problem is that if she showed up and apologized and then acted like it had never happened, I would probably accept her as a friend again, because I'm a big fucking softy and I have no backbone. Also, because I still care about her, I don't know about you, but I can't stop caring overnight. Gosh.

ANYWAYS, THAT WAS LIFE DRAMA, NOTHING TO SEE HERE, MOVE ALONG, MOVE ALONG.