Formspring and McDonalds

Once again exam season is approaching, providing me with fuel for blogs and less time to write them. I also seem to be spending more time on facebook, reading and re-reading statuses about the communal hatred for revision in the hope that something interesting will pop up. It never does.

What really gets me is the torrent of Year 7-11s that have decided to add me as a friend. People I have never even heard of or even seen but apparently they go to my school. Not being a complete arsehole I think back to my times in those years where I did the same thing so I accept. BIG MISTAKE. The lower years constantly treat my news feed to ignorant, uneducated statuses or constantly make formspring posts. For those not up to date with the latest time-wasting websites it is a networking site on which you make a profile and people ask you questions anonamously, you then answer them and they get posted to your profile. Some people think it is a good idea to link their formspring profile with their facebook profile, littering my news feed with useless tosh about people I hardly know. Formspring is a horrible idea, it acts as a platform for cyber bullying and a picking ground for paedophiles and sexpests. The next horrible idea is being able to link it with facebook. These lower school kids with no revision to do just resort to bullying each other on formspring constantly. Girls try to make boys like their friends, boy abuse girls, boys abuse boy, girls abuse girls, IT IS HORRIBLE. One boy, I will call him JMB is liked by a girl called Phoebe. All of her friends are trying to find out why he doesn't go out with her, all his guy friends are calling him gay and he replies with a straight "no." or equivalent. Oh Phoebe likes you, what about Phoebe? Why don't you go out with her? Oh hey GAAAY, You like men. SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP. I have since hidden him from the newsfeed.

Those little postcards from the postman are pretty annoying, give my package to the neighbours and they will drop it off when I am home, don't make me trek it to Wallington to pick up a package that was slightly to big for my letterbox. So little initiative these posties.

I went to McDonalds today and with no cash I was forced to pay by card. The woman serving me went off to get my food and I was left with the dilemma of when to put my card in the machine. At work I have to press a button before the machine accepts cards but she pressed no such button. When she returned she tapped the screen and said "Is it in yet?" My friends were not within earshot and I did not know this woman who was serving me. The greatest "that's what she said" moment was lost forever. How saddening.