The Internet Was Made For Losers (I Need To Get Out)

It is over. At midnight I signed back on to Facebook. I am done. I do not really care.

On Christmas Day, I was enjoying my bike ride up 1st ave. in Manhattan and decided I want to take a year off the internet. Not a year off of Facebook or away from AIM, but a year away from any net connected to another net. No webs. No tubes.

I will plan it out of course, but I am serious about it. This will make some things painfully difficult: airline tickets, getting directions, learning stuff, googling, porn, talking to friends who are too far away to talk to in person, pretending I have a life, making my life seem interesting to people who do not see me, and paying my credit card bills. Stuff like that will be annoying, but so is the rest of the internet. The waste of space and time and energy.

Many think that the internet is something that just exists, but in reality, downloading a movie is a lump of coal. Yes, one lump of coal is equivalent to a gigabyte of memory.

I am not saying the internet is useless and bad, but I am just ready for a break. I have lived online for the last decade and more. I need a break. Not right now, but in the near future. This week without Facebook at first left me thinking I was missing something, but when I sign back on I see there was nothing happening. Now you are reading this and realizing I am not saying anything, so um have a good day?

Life Without Texting, Chatting, Facebook, and Fucking

Spending Christmas alone without texting, chatting, facebooking, and fucking does not help (not that fucking was an option). As of now, I have gotten 17 text messages that I could not text back. Even my roommate, who gave me this challenge, texted me after I called him (asshole).

Anyway, I also had a semi-productive day without Facebook. I went for a bike ride through Manhattan. I saw the big Christmas tree at Rockefeller, which actually looked small and wimpy. When I got home, I started on my tofurkey Christmas dinner for one.


[Santa enjoys his Tofurkey all alone, but where are the cookies?]

Merry Christmas

It is Christmas day. I am in my apartment. I cannot text, chat, facebook, or fuck. I might have to pick up the phone and say Merry Christmas with my voice or make a blog post...

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

No Texting, Chatting, Facebooking, or... Fucking

"You don't drink coffee and your challenge should be no texting, chatting, facebooking, or fucking." - a text from my roommate. [I understand I don't drink coffee... that is why it would be a challenge to start.]



I was debating going sans pants for a week, but seeing the temperature below freezing all tomorrow, plus having a room that is not insulated or warm, I decided against it. Maybe in the dead of winter, when I really want it to be spring, I will drop the pants and put on the short shorts.

I should hold a poll the week before my challenge, so I do not have to debate last minute on what I am going to do, instead leaving it up to the masses (or the 2 of you who vote and use different computers to tally up multiple votes). I did not poll and I do not want to take off my pants or start drinking coffee the week of Christmas, so I will not be texting, chatting, facebooking, or... fucking (who knows how this got thrown into that group of things, but oh well, that will be the easy part).

No Texting, Chatting, Facebooking, or Fucking Challenge
No texting is pretty explanatory. If I do get texted (which is rare, but I might get some mass Christmas texts), I can call them back.
No chatting will free up my time on my computer and let me focus. Can I have my buddy list open even if I am not chatting? Okay fine, I will just keep it closed.
No Facebooking means I will not get your Christmas wall post. I know everyone is waiting for Christmas day to tell me, "to me, you are perfect" (just because it's Christmas and on Christmas you tell the truth). If you really need to tell me (which you do), then just come to my apartment where I will be alone and not with my husband (because unlike Keira, I do not have a husband). [That was enough parentheses, I am going to wrap this up now.]
No Fucking: I am sorry for the language, it was not my choice of wording. I will be having my first Christmas alone, so that part of the challenge is done (unless Keira comes to my door and tells me I am perfect, then I am quitting this blog and challenges forever).

It is midnight already. I closed my AIM and Facebook, now I just need to stop fucking...


Text me and I will call you back. Or you can twitter me or e-mail me. HA, stupid roommate did not stop me from having next to zero interaction conversations!