Facebook Withdrawal

This...is more difficult than I expected. Various illogically fearful questions have zig-zagged through my brain such as "what if I think of a brilliant status update?!" and "what if someone important sends me a friend request and they think I'm ignoring them?!?!" and "how am I sposed to write my research paper rough draft without the moral support of my facebook friends?!?!??!?!!1!!"

And then I realize that this is all pathetic.

I have resolved to wait a week before returning to the lovely facebook. Just to prove to myself that I would indeed survive if zombies attacked FB headquarters. That means that on teusday of next week I will come back.
One day down!

I have considered recording all the statuses I come up with between now and then and recording them somewhere....but have thought better of it. I don't suppose it will do anyone any good having a notebook full of phrases like "Bree Reno likes to tear up paper." and "Bree Reno is writing this blog instead of doing her english homework." and "Bree Reno will most assuredly die of exhaustion one day, because she thinks instead of sleeps."
No one really wants to read that. Not if you're being honest.

While I am here, I may as well tell you that I am completely disgusted by how my female mind works. (I write all this in the most playful way possible, mind you.) I crush on someone and immediately, my mind flits ten years into the future and pictures us married and in a foreign country of some kind with lots of dust and days that rival the inside of a cookie-bakin' oven. That is so irratating to me! Obnoxious!
Why on earth would I think things so improbable and presumptuous about people I barely know? I have no clue.
I think it's cause I'm a girl. Similar to how guys can't help but use their eyes to judge things, I can't help my brain from getting ahead of itself.
The problem is that after I've thought these things, I always feel bad that I've dared to picture someone else's future. I don't know why. The future is just so out of my hands and not something I could predict if I tried, so I very rarely think about my own. . . But to consider someone else's seems almost like a sin. Like I'm breaking my own Cardinal Rule.
That probably makes no sense.
I guess it's because by picturing my crush in a future of my own imaginings I disregard whatever his dreams may be and set unrealistic expectations for everything that might be in store for us. Gosh, even using the word 'us' feels wrong.

Anyhooos....there's not much else i can justify putting off my paper to write. I leave you now with the lovely Gabe Bondoc. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MmHBu-pncmA awesomeness

au revoir ..... i guess ..... man, i don't want to write this paper.