Life changing event? Probably not.

But this is still sort of awesome.

So I tweeted this:

And then Peter Facinelli actually followed me! It was only for about a second, because I assume he re-read the message and was like "Screw this."

But still, it's pretty damn cool.


















Here's a link to a larger version of the picture (because it's being a butt and won't work properly):
http://www.flickr.com/photos/neuroticgoddess/5171022054/

To the FB whiners-

So, I'm thinking people need to be less ridiculous and caught up on themselves (says the girl with a personal blog that attempts to pander her life stories to an audience). I mean honestly, I remember high school pretty damn well. That's all I want - to remember it. I do not need daily reminders that people I went to high school with are still acting like they're in high school. Grow up? Move on? Stop crying like a whiny baby?

Too much? Possibly.

Or perhaps not enough?

I know that considering people's feelings is very important, and that we live in an anal-retentive PC culture (I'm guilty as charged majourity of the time!), but when did it come to the point where we forgo honesty in favour of sugar-coating every damn thing in half-constructed lies to make people feel like they're deserving human beings?

I don't think we should start telling kids that they'll end up failing at life, or that their greatest dream better be working as a gas station attendant, because there is no way that Timmy-the-glue-eater is getting into college.

But I am pretty sure that by the time you're in your early twenties that you should be able to handle criticism - and hell, even realistic thinking.

Whoa, whoa, back up the reality-train, right?

Wrong. There is no reason that a college student that is failing every course they have ever attempted to take, should think that they're going to get into Harvard Law any time soon (unless they've got one hell of a rich uncle to buy their way in).

I'm just saying, let's work in at least a little honesty - and stop with all the whining over ever little thing that has ever happened to you. Buck up, and be an adult about some stuff, and the things that you absolutely cannot bare to keep to yourself, well post those in moderation on your FB and Twitter.

Because I guarantee you, there is about 1/60 people that give a damn that that one person you were seeing for roughly .5 seconds dumped you/did you wrong.

And that one person is probably one of your relatives.

One of the nosy ones.

That wants to use the information to hurt you in some way.

That's all I've got to say about it for the moment, but I'm going to leave you with a comment that I put on my own FB that sums up my feelings on this subject quite well...

This message goes out to people on FB who complain that they have such horrendous problems. You’re right that guy/girl/something-or-other WAS a total jerkface loser who totally did NOT deserve you after you spent that whole week with them! And you’re right your mom/dad/sister/brother/third-cousin-with-the-missing-eye IS being a real meanie to you all the time! Jeez. And that teacher? They are DEFINITELY out to get you! I bet you get 100% on tests, and they just go back and change your answers so that you’ll look like a failure! That way they get the chance to endure you *again* the next year, because they have an agenda! …So, to all you people who feel you have a real need to share your ‘issues’ with every single person who doesn’t care, I ask you to stop, because when an actual problem arises in your life – FB will be the last place you’ll want to express it.

Supported, thankful and incredibly grateful.

So I'm taking a minute to count down my days till I'm done with this school year, and then I'll be back in the safe confines of my hometown.

Three.

Only three days.

I'm shocked, excited, nostalgic, perplexed and antsy all at the same time. I cannot believe this year has finally gotten over with - but I'm also shocked that it's over already. It's like having a duel timeline living inside my brain.

This has been the hardest year of my academic life, because coupled with a more challenging school environment - I was also faced with living alone for the first time ever, in a new city, where I knew so few people it was nearly ridiculous to have come at all.

But I did grow as a person. I found out I could do it, and that I wasn't helpless on my own. I'm a capable person; I'm a resourceful person; I'm able to confront problems and deal with them. These are things that, while I had guessed at before, I'm certain of now. However, I could not have learned any of these things if it weren't for the amazing people in my life.

I really could not have accomplished any of this if it weren't for all of you who've helped me through it - my friends who put up with my whining, bitching and moaning constantly. Those are the people I cannot thank enough, can not adore enough.

If it weren't for your willingness to put up with all my complaints and qualms, I would not have been able to keep (what's left of) my sanity during this extremely confusing time in my life. I know I could not have survived if it weren't for my friends who, even being miles away from me, stayed close to me.

Whether you're a new friend or an old friend, nearby or far away, I say thank you.

Everyone needs a support system, a group of people who they can turn to in times of need, in times of hardship - and I found out who those people are in my life; even if we're not able to always be present in each other's lives in the flesh, we're still able to share our woes and joys via so many other means of communication - whether it's Facebook, Twitter or just old fashioned emails.

I'm so incredibly grateful to have you all in my life, you are absolutely wonderful - each and every one of you.

Re-evaluations, Ohno and good-mojo.

For the past several years I've let myself fall into not only a rut, but a self-pitying rut. I defined my entire being on the doom and gloom of my horrific 1 year 7 month relationship to a total douche bag. I not only defined myself thusly, but I let others define me that way - and define me they did. Of course, I wasn't exactly throwing out alternatives for them to bind to, now was I?

Recently I've begun to re-evaluate my own identity - and boy, are there a lot of cobwebs in that attic. Honestly, the thing that seems to have stimulated my road to change has actually been, and I joke you not, the 2010 Olympic games. Now, I know what you're thinking - what the f? Well, the endurance and courage of the athletes is way impressive - but that had so very little to do with it. What did? Twitter. Apolo Ohno's twitter, to be exact. And yes, we all know he is that cute - however, it was all the positive stuff that that guy posts that kind of drove it home (and his attractiveness certainly didn't hurt things). The good mojo that flows out of his tweets gave me a daily pick-up, and watching him & all the other Olympians compete proved to me that things aren't always a suckfest in the world - people can achieve HUGE things - and so could I, if I just tried to. Because honestly, that's what matters most. Winning is freaking awesome, no duh - but being ballsy enough to try - that takes real effort; good things won't just happen. And ta-da, I'm now a newly inducted good-mojo-convert.

I won't guarantee constant pep - I'm no human-motivational-poster like Apolo is, but I damn sure am going to try to be at least a motivational-button.

So, welcome to the new chapter in my life people. Hoorah.