Filed Under: Next Generation of Rivalry.

Today, a fellow law student (who I actually don't know) and his son walked by in the hall. Both are wearing San Diego Charger paraphanalia.

Me: Aww, what a cute little boy! But he's wearing the wrong t-shirt!

Fellow law student: no, he's not!

Little boy (looking indignant): No, I not!

Fellow law student: come on [insert little boy's name] - don't listen to her, she must be an Oakland Raider fan.

Little boy (scurries after father): ewwww!!!!



*Well, that soured fast.

What are you?

Recently I donated blood to the American Red Cross.

Intake person: Date of birth?

me: 11/21/83

Intake person: Race?

me: Um, what do you have there?

Intake person: Well, we have black, hispanic, white. What are you? Mixed?

me: No, Filipino.

Intake person: Oh. ::clicks mouse:: Other.


* I can't make this shit up. Seriously.

Back, Back, Back, Back it up.

Short and sweet today. Conversation with my father.

me: I threw out my back this weekend. And I don't have medical insurance. And i'm laying in the middle of the hall at school because it hurts to be alive.

Dad: Hmm. Right. You don't have medical insurance. have you tried Vicks?

me: Of course I tried Vicks. Are I not your daughter and Filipino? I've tried everything. I'm in a lot of pain.

Dad: Hm. Sucks. I don't know what to tell you. If you were home I'd just give you medicine and we could take care of you here. But you're not home. And it's not like you have anyone to take care of you. Family, boyfriend...yeah, if you had a boyfriend he could help you out and stuff like carry your books and rub Vicks on your back.

me: Thanks. Do you have a prescription for that?

I am a Person You May Know

Does anyone remember the "good ole days" of facebook? No posting on SuperWall's, throwing sheep, attacking ninjas and, of course, taking a "how hot are you" quiz? No news feeds, redundant email notifications and reminders of "causes" and [insert favorite sports team] fan applications? (Mind you, I have two of those on my page. I am just as guilty.)

The original intent of the creation of facebook (as i've read) is to create an internet networking page for students. As it grew, the page spilled into the workplace and then to geographically acceptable networks. (i.e., Washington, DC (a city) is a network, but Orange County (*duh, NOT a city) is also a network. I point this out because you don't see "Mission Viejo" being a network even though that's a city). Anyway, the reasons behind why facebook was created are not to be short changed. Good does come from this site. But I fail to understand why, WHY the applications on the site must torture me further by battering me incessantly with useless updates and applications that try to get me down when i'm feeling especially bitchy and bitter. (Shocker? I think not.)

My latest and greatest gripe with facebook is their new feature called "People You May Know."

People You May Know is exactly how it sounds. Facebook magically reconciles all your friends and their friends and their baby mama's friends to see if you all have friends in common thus having not "friended" someone who you may actually be real life friends with. Now really, is this application necessary? I was at a club last night and instead of asking for my number, some guy asked IF I WAS ON FACEBOOK. Really? Oh but I digress. So lo and behold, this new application has made me laugh. At the beginning of the year, I had a crap load of "facebook friends." While I know it would appear "rude" I decided to cleanse my facebook of extraneous friends. Harsh, but true. Will I really ever need to talk to the girl in some random frosh year finite math class? How about that person who facebooked me because he or she happened to live on my floor sophomore year? Hell, I dont even remember these people's names. Why do I want to know what their favorite movies, interests, and quotes are?

Regardless, one day, "People You May Know" was proudly displayed on my homepage highlighted its usual top three picks of who I may know. This link should really be called "Click here if you want to know how many friends you have in common with people you never wanted to friend in the first place." Or, even better, "Click here if you want to know how your exboyfriend's new girlfriend is BFF with YOUR friends." On this particular day, it really was another sign that I should remove my exboyfriend from my facebook friends. (Ridiculous, I know.) Apparently his new girlfriend is a "Person I May Know". Well no shit shirlock.

a.) We went to the same fucking school
b.) We were both in the greek system
c.) She's actually pretty damn smart to start ingratiating herself in his life by facebooking his friends. I did the same thing. Hence why we have so many goddamn friends in common.

So yes, facebook, thank you for pointing out the glaring obvious fact that this bitch ass heifer is a person I may know. In fact, next time I go to DC, should I run into her, I would be like "yes, I know you, we have 3874 friends in common. Why aren't we friends? Oh right because you're fucking my exboyfriend. In my bed."