I've been slacking in the blog world lately. I've spent the past week in California meeting with MiLB teams. Basically my life has been filled with talking about hats, airplanes, hotel rooms, and being trapped in a car with an old sales rep. Overall, I survived my week in California. Someday I'll visit there again, but I know for a fact I have zero desire to move there (unless it's to be on The Bachelor)
On a totally different subject......Facebook has been quite the source of entertainment since my Freshmen year of college. It's changed a lot since I first signed up in 2004. I keep a lot of random people from high school or people I've met in college that are just entertaining from their constant life drama or just the fact their status updates are ridiculous (ex.. baby talk). I've really been laughing at pictures people post on facebook. I would call them out, but that's just wrong.
My favorite type of person to laugh at is "i believe i'm so hot that i need to take a picture of myself to make a profile pic" There's seriously a girl who will take 50 pics a week with her cellphone of herself in a mirror for facebook. I mean kudos to her if she loves herself that much. It also makes me laugh when people take photos of just themselves in a pretty setting. I mean why do you want that picture of a pretty setting with you in it? I just imagine going into their house and looking in all of their picture frames to find that person by itself in every picture. Also another pet peeve/laughing moment is the girl who has officially taken 500 pictures of her and her boyfriend. I think their dating life consists of her dressing up, and then deciding that the couple needs a picture. Wait...did I say picture? I meant pictures. Why just have one photo with the one you love in a Monday morning outfit when you can have 30 of him holding you, of you sitting in his lap, of you kissing his cheek, of you looking at the camera. That girl is really going to love wedding pictures.
I guess I should say I'm not big into taking photos. My profile pics come the old fashion way....cropping my best friends out of the picture because I like my hair. I fully believe pictures are great. They are a great way of reliving memories, but I just want my memories to involve other people. Do I really need 452 pictures of me in the bathroom mirror? That's a memory you'll always remember...that tuesday when you had great hair.
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