FB, you may have to go on lockDOWN soon. And it's not just you . . .

Can someone please tell me why kids between ages, say, 10 and 18 years old think it's o.k. to post things on Facebook like:

1. Cuss words in status updates. This, kiddies, doesn't make you cooler. It just makes you look stupid, immature and severely desperate for attention. We get that you're not the "dork" of your school, but now you just look more like "Regina George." And please, let's not forget what happened to her. She was not the heroine in that movie. Rethink your updates, pronto.

2. Beer (or any alcohol-related) photos. Come on now. Solo cups? Really? Sure, that's what we used in high school. And by we, I mean us old folks who graduated high school in the late 90s. Listen. All I'm saying is, everyone knows what's in those cups. And by everyone, I mean your mom, dad, teachers, siblings, soccer coaches and grandparents (because lets face it. Nana and Papa are hittin' up FB nowadays, too). No one in their right mind is thinking you're drinking lemonade or McDonald's Sweet Tea. Uh-uh. No siree. We know what's in there . . . we just don't want to see it displayed in 70 of the 71 photos you added yesterday. We can all do without.

3. Birdies. I'm not talking about golf. I'm talkin' about the middle finger you shove into someone's face because you're really ticked off at what they did. Guys, it's an expression of anger, not something you pose with in a picture of you and your best friend lookin' all cute-like. Now, I'm not going to sit here and tell you I haven't thrown a couple around in my day. I have, and mostly at bad drivers. The point I'm trying to make is that it's not meant to be pretty. So please, please stop parading it around in your photo albums. I'm so sick of seeing kids trying to make The Birdie look cool and fun. It's not. Just not.

4. Inappropriate Vaguebooking. If you want to Vaguebook, that's fine. Everyone does it. Even me. But IVing is a no-no, and I mean for all ages. Updates like, "BLANK wonders if giving it up was worth it" or "BLANK feels dazed and oh-so-confused" or "BLANK hates certain smells after certain crazy nights with certain people". Gross. Seriously, just because you're not jumping straight to the point in your updates doesn't mean we can't kinda', sorta' guess what you're implying, and it's making us gag and dry heave. Don't post stuff like that. I've seen 12-year-olds participate in some pretty disgusting IVs, and I just don't get it. Mama and Daddy, where are you? I KNOW YOU SEE THOSE UPDATES. WHY AREN'T YOU DOING SOMETHING ABOUT THEM?

Frankly, I could list tons more, but I'm tired. What did I miss in my list? I will say this, though. Parents, gain some control and start practicing some, oh I don't know, good parenting. It can be tough at times (believe me, I know) but it's so worth it to have your child grow up to be an upstanding individual rather than a d-bag who bullies his way through life. Oh, and FB? This is not just a problem with you. It's every single social networking site out there. But maybe if you created a "Dislike" icon, these chaps would start to get the picture. Just a thought.


This is difficult, and I'm pissed about it.

In case you haven't noticed, I've been trying to "create a new look" for my blog. I have, undeniably, failed miserably (which is why it's back to the basic template). Why can't I understand this? I know what I want. I thought I knew how to get it, but then this New Blogger Template Designer came along, and naively, I fell for its catchy title and seemingly user friendliness. (You lied, New Blogger Template Designer, bane of every blogger's existence.) 

Embarrassingly, I can't figure this out. And to be quite honest, I'm jealous, because right next to me in bed is my precious boyfriend who I'm sure could whip me up a new design in no time. I'm pretty familiar with Photoshop and am sure that if I had all the patience and time in the world, I could figure out how to make the perfect header. Truth is, I'm a bit rusty since I haven't had to use it in a few years, and I'm impatient. FOR REAL. So now, I suppose I'll have to practice some patience and wait for Bradford to create a new design for me . . . unless of course, any other super talented bloggers out there want to help a sista' out. Ahem.  


Band Beat

Image via here

The Futureheads. Heard of them? I hadn't until I read a Filter mag review of their new album, The Chaos, which dropped yesterday. They're not new. The English foursome has been around for about a decade, and I wish I'd heard them sooner. They remind me of days long ago when I listened nonstop to bands like Face to Face and Lagwagon . . . it's nostalgic really, and I welcome it. After all, I'm a fool for that goose bumpy wave of happiness that washes over me when I reminisce about the music/events/places/people that made me so dang cheery. Hope The Futureheads can give you a similar feeling. Here's the video for Meantime.


I'll keep trying!

OK, so apparently I'm not going to update my blog daily. I'll keep trying though. Promise. This weekend was jam-packed with dance practice Friday night, more dance practice Saturday morning followed by a two and a half-hour dance recital (oh, my legs? Shot.) So worth it though.

I'm definitely feeling the consequences of not dancing at least four nights a week. But I have to give myself props. I'm staying involved with R&C as much as humanly possible (well, as much as my credit card will allow me to fill up my car to drive back and forth. Sorry for all the miles, Civic.) And Mamie is doing a standup job of keeping me informed about upcoming events (i.e. a dance workshop in Columbia next Thursday, which I'm attending free of charge. Score.)

And I came across this gem. It's my new favorite blog. Not only is Heather Armstrong an amazing photog (how absolutely precious are her children, Leta and Marlo, and her dogs?) she's also a fantastic writer. Love every bit of it.


Time hasn't been on my side . . . but I promise I haven't been lazy.

You'd think I'd be doing a better job of updating PE, what with no job and all, but I've been pretty busy. And by busy, I mean that in a typical day, I clean, play with Thomas, search for jobs, clean, do laundry, play with Thomas, search for jobs . . . clean. You get the picture. I'm hoping to find some sort of rhythm so I can post at least one thing every day, even if that means staying up an extra 30 minutes each night. And that's exactly what I'm doing tonight --- staying up to post about a hodge podge of upcoming things/events I'm pumped about.

This movie, opening June 30. Don't front, it's going to be good.

This other movie, opening July 16. I love Leonardo.

This badass band, The Sounds (which reminds me. I'll be resuming Band Beat soon.)
Check them out. Here's No One Sleeps When I'm Awake:

My sister's visit to Charleston, complete with her favorite band playing a show at
The Windjammer on Isle of Palms.

Our trip to Maine, where the weather is cooler, the air is better and the lobster is tastier.
Can't wait to enjoy all that.


This might be your best performance yet, KS

Kristen Stewart irks me just as much as any other awkwardly fidgety, fumbling teen actor (I can't stand any interview or acceptance speech she's given), but sometimes I forget how ridiculously hard it must be for these peeps. I'm pretty sure that if it were me in this clip, I would've given the paps double birdies and mouthed and few choice words. (And yes, I realize they come with the fame). Given the circumstances, she handled it like a champ, though, and looked beautiful and poised (for her). Cute dress and shoes, KS.