Showing posts with label facebook. Show all posts
Showing posts with label facebook. Show all posts

Sunday, 11 March 2012

What Not to Do - on Facebook

So it’s nearly study month, which means 70% of study time will be dedicated to aimlessly searching through Facebook. Some brave souls opt for suspending their accounts with the hopes of erasing social networking from their lives for 2 whole months. I don't have that kind of self- discipline. And I’m not that delusional. Looks like Mark and I are in it for the long haul.

For those of you who’ll be accompanying me on the procrastination train that is Facebook, I’ve made a list of things that people do on FB that seriously annoy me. I’d appreciate it if any offenders could take note and adjust their behaviour accordingly – would make my "study" time far less irritating.



   1.       Don’t “like” your own status. Aside from a frape, you wrote it yourself so there’s a high probability that you already like the fact that you’re “Going to London tomorrow!!!!!!!!!!” You don’t have to reiterate it for us, it’s okay; your excessive use of exclamation marks gave us some indication already.

   2.       Facebook isn’t a diary. Everyone has that one friend who clogs up your news feed with overly personal details of their life (if you don’t, it’s probably you). It results in very awkward replys to the effect of “Hope you’re okay” or “I’m here if you need to talk?” or that one person who doesn't quite know how to respond and just “likes” it instead. Bad call.

   3.     “Bex Clune is at Bed” Really? Was this necessary? It’s like 11.30pm on a Monday night.

   4.      "LOVE YOU SOOOO MUCH!I'm the luckiest girl in the world!!These past 3 days have been the best ever, so happy your my boyfriend!!Love you 4EVA!" Now I don’t want to come across as some desperate, jealous singleton -  I usually love nauseating, romantic gestures (See Youtube videos in previous post).  But when someone’s writing posts to this effect EVERY SINGLE day (I’m not exaggerating, I’ve seen it) it just becomes cringey. Get a room - or a phone.




   5.       Using Facebook as Twitter. If you’re posting more than 6 statuses a day(and that’s seriously pushing it), follow this link and set up an account okay?
 https://twitter.com/signup  
Problem solved. Now you can tell anyone who wants to follow you that you're "Really tired today, FML" 

Friday, 14 October 2011

Better Luck Next Time...

 My first blog - very exciting!  I sit down to my laptop, eager to present “Bex Clune” to the world of blogging. I’ll get to criticize, review, complain about, describe and praise absolutely anything and everything I want. So much to do, so little time!
I resisted the temptation to go out last night (a Thursday – which, for a student, is basically obligatory) because I wanted to make my Friday afternoon super productive. I wouldn’t tolerate any distractions. The television was turned off, I completed my assignments so my mind would be focused on the task at hand and my phone out of reach.
All ready to get started…and my mind goes blank. Suddenly I have no opinions, no criticisms, no praises or reviews – absolutely nothing to say. Hmmm, what to write about…


So I find myself casually logging into Facebook, just for a second…I mean, what harm could it do? A friend was tagged in a photo from a recent night out wearing a red dress. Gorgeous dress, I’d love to know where she got it. Just for future reference, it’s not like I’ll buy it or anything. I’m a broke college student, I obviously have no intention of going on a shopping spree! After a brief (well, 30 minute) FB chat conversation, I discover she bought it online. I’m still having no luck thinking of a blog post idea so I find myself opening up http://www.asos.com/  Maybe I’ll get inspiration for a fashion post or something? Yes! Research! That’s it!This is going to be productive.


….Ooh look, a sale!


Cut to 2 hours later. After a lot of persuading to use my dad's credit card and promises to pay back every cent, I still have no ideas for my first post. 


Thanks blogging, you owe me €150.