Laura is twitterpated.

I love the word twitterpated.

It means all lovestruck, googly-eyed and is a slightly (really, only slightly) less embarrassingly girly way to admit to being a smitten kitten. I've always loved this word. One could say I'm twitterpated with "twitterpated," but then one might be overdoing the use of the word, and I hate redundance. Unfortunately something's been putting my use of this fave word on pause; FUCKING TWITTER.

OK. I get that I wasn't on board with facebook when it first came out, but that's because I was in college and pretty annoyed with everyone in all of my classes. So I didn't want to join their "groups" and have them all in my photo-essayed life. I was on myspace. I was a party girl with flashy slideshows and emoticons and theme songs to my daily collegiate angst. What fun.

Now I've grown up, gotten over murdock's spyspace and become healthily obsessed with facebook. It's fine. Whenever I feel like it, I can update my status to say something about how stressed I am at work, or how I just realized that Nesquik spells kiuqnes backwards which means nothing, but it's still delicious. I'm OK with people occasionally having a look into my life, and am realistic about how much (little) they will care. I know that when I update my status, it will show up for a shining 15 seconds on everyone's home page, and in my 15 seconds, friends may notice what my status is, and they may even click through to my profile and respond (ugh, I wish).

What I'm not, though, is so narcissistic about my causes, my hobbies, my quipy third person descriptors, that I think these "friends" want to know what I'm doing/saying/thinking every second of the day. This is also why I so loosely maintain this blog, and why it's pretty much just ranty streams of consciousness aimed at distracting and entertaining myself only. Thanks, self. Keep up the good work.

So I'm you-know-what-ed with facebook. I can't even say it because that word I love to use to sum up love is on hold because its first half (twitter, are you keeping up?) is so annoying; in part for it's sudden proliferation, and part for how invasive it will become as a direct result of this spread. Mainly it's annoying because people are annoying, especially when they think everyone else wants to know what they think all the time.

With that, I present a makeyasayhm double whammy:
1. Should I maybe not have a blog?
(My take: So what, I'm a gigantic hypocrite. Back off.)
2. In what childhood-scarring Disney movie did my fave-o word originate?
('cause I know you won't wiki it: BAMBI!)