Yet another installment of “Sit Down, Shut up, Mommy is Talking”. Today, boys and girls, we are looking at the problem of Internet TMI. You know, the people who feel the need to Over Share.

This is taken from a screenshot of an actual Facebook post. The only editing done was to blur out the last name and face out of a sense of respect. Anyone who follows this person in any form probably already knows who it is. I do not actually follow this person–for this reason as well as a complete lack of interest–and got the screenshot second hand.

But–really? At what point did someone think that was a good idea to post? I do not care if your tweets or your Facebook posts are hidden from the average, public person. At what point was that something that had to be shared with anyone online?

Gross.

The internet has become a place where anonymity is ‘safe’ and people can say whatever they want to say without being censored. They can write to their heart’s content and anyone who disagrees can be banned, blocked, mocked, and deleted. But along with that sense of safety, a sense of sharing has cropped up. Twitter and Facebook have become the normal means of social communication to get messages out to a group of people at once, in real time. Maybe that real-time aspect is what has caused the average user’s filter to completely disintegrate. The average user suddenly has this belief that everyone cares about not only 1. what they have to say but 2. what they are currently doing at any given moment.

To quote Easy A:

We have this sense of ‘well I’m going to say what I want to say because I can and you can’t do a damned thing about it. Don’t like it? Unfollow me. Or don’t read’ which, while true, is so many kinds of wrong. It is one thing to be able to say that about opinions and viewpoints. It is a completely different thing to suddenly surprise your followers/viewers with that sort of post. Because I guarantee that I would have immediately unfollowed or un-/de-friended (what is the acceptable terminology? Has anyone decided yet?) that person and never looked back.

But what has been seen cannot be unseen.

That being said, you are welcome for my sharing the above screenshot with you. Misery loves company.

Stay Classy, Internets.
♡ Kristen

Stay Classy, Internets.
♡ Kristen

The idea is to find your random Band Name and then create your own cover art for an album.

The Rules:

1. Find your band name using a random Wikipedia article
2. Find your album title using the Random Quote Generator (take the last four words from the first quote on the page)
3. Find your album artwork using the Flickr Interesting Photo (pick one)

Yeah, I used 5 words. It made more sense. Shush.

Stay Classy, Internets.
♡ Kristen

Monday saw me sleeping in and being rather chipper about my weight loss. I was keeping up with my new diet very well and getting my daily walks in. Tuesday and Wednesday was more of the same-thing-as-usual as I worked my shifts and did as I normally did.

Then Thursday came around. The job fair did not go so well, ending in a panic attack for me right in front of the Senior VP who had been there to kick off the ‘fair’. Crowds + enclosed spaces = not good. On the heels of said panic attack (and the 20 minute search for my car in the parking structure while still trying to come down from the attack), my body took a beating energy-wise. Friday and Saturday were spent sleeping. A lot. As in, to bed ‘early’ when possible and waking up massively late, followed by a nap several hours later and a repeat the following day.

It is Sunday now and while I feel better finally, I know that I am still not 100% back to normal. I am feeling rather anti-social. I had a long talk with my dad today about several things and the job fair fiasco was one of them. He didn’t realize that I was prone to panic attacks in certain situations (a product of the PTSD) but aside from that I know that he felt bad for me in regards to how things had been handled. I described it all and he was in agreement that it was not a proper function and he was sure that my contact there was probably very upset about it. It made me feel better about it because I wasn’t so worried that he would be disappointed in the level of failure that I’d had.

I think that after tomorrow I will feel a little more like myself.

Stay Classy, Internets.
♡ Kristen

PS, I Love You by Cecelia Ahern

My rating: 3 of 5 stars

There is a reason why I try to read the book before I see the movie. Granted, I saw the movie a couple years ago and only acquired the book through a library sale a year ago. I get the visuals in my head and then my mind goes back to the movie while I am reading the book and find myself going ‘no, that’s not how that happened!’ which is the complete opposite what I would have otherwise been saying.

The book happened before the movie. I would rather be disappointed in the movie than being disappointed in the book.

Was I disappointed with this book? I’m not actually sure. There were bits and pieces that I preferred from the movie and it is very unfair to even bring those into account. But I cannot help it since the movie was seen years ago.

The biggest and most glaring difference that I could see was the actual ending. Not the epilogue. I just can’t tell if I am disappointed by it! It makes perfect sense the way it was done in the book. But it made sense in the movie, too! So why am I content but still not? Maybe that is my problem with the book. I found myself at odds too often, having a preference for which version did ____ better but still liking the other version’s take on ____ as well.

When it comes down to the point of the book, though, the author was spot-on. You are lucky to find love, even if you can only hold it for a short while. But we cannot create out lives around another human and not be able to live ourselves if that human is suddenly gone. It made my heart ache as Holly struggled to learn to live again and by the end of the book, I wanted to cheer for the progress she had made.

Honestly, if you have already seen the movie I am not sure that I would recommend the book unless you absolutely want to read it. Otherwise? Go for it and then go see the movie.

Tangled is my current-favorite Disney movie. My all-time favorite will always be Beauty and the Beast but Tangled is my love right now. It’s just cute. It’s easy to love Flynn. It’s easy to see that Rapunzel is adorable. But that moment where she is leaving the tower and suddenly just stops, inches from the ground with her knees up against her chest. The ground is so close and she just stares at it with wide eyes for a few moments before putting a bare foot down.

And then comes, in my opinion, the funniest scene in the movie: the bipolar princess. She flip flops between being excited, being miserable, loving being outside, thinking she’s a horrible daughter, etc. She swings around and around and around a tree, for goodness sake!

I just love the movie. I have seen it at least four times since it originally came out and I have no issues watching it again on a whim.

It totally doesn’t hurt that I love both Zachary Levi and Mandy Moore ;D

Stay Classy, Internets.
♡ Kristen

Ah. Job fairs. They are either a person’s best friend or a person’s worst enemy. It all depends on how they are handled. All of the ones I have been to in the past have been spread out with plenty of information available and it was abundantly clear who you were supposed to speak to.

Armed with about 25 resumes, I drove to a job fair today for a single company. Often, a job fair is a mix of companies and a place for a lot of networking and resume giving. Sometimes, a single company will have a lot of various positions open and they just hold their own job fair so that they can get a bunch of people in at once rather than worrying about sifting through every single resume that came in.

Things started off poorly when I parked my car in the parking structure and looked around to see many others doing the same. I quickly noticed that every single man was in a suit and tie. Every woman wore either a dress or suit (pants or skirt) complete with pantyhose. Every last one of them. I paused and the second-guessing began. I was in a pair of unstained, uncreased khaki colored slacks that did not even have any fraying. My top was something spring-y and work appropriate but was not a button-up blouse. I do not even own one of those currently. I also wore black flats. I did not see a single woman wearing flats. Well, what I had on were the nicest things I currently own that are work appropriate. Head high, I headed inside.

I will skip over the messy details of the night because the purpose of this entry was not to lament about just how much of a disaster I was.

But the job fair was not handled well. It was more like a three ring circus. They released everyone to the various ‘rooms’ where they could speak with the management on hand. For having 100 managers there, it certainly was nigh impossible to pick them apart from the number of applicants who outnumbered them 4 to 1. Quickly, a room with a 100-person occupancy was filled with 200+ people. If the fire marshal had walked in, they would have had a complete fit. There was zero order. It was all chaos. It was so crowed, in fact, that I was forced out as a panic attack hit me. I do not do well in large crowds in enclosed spaces.

Not ready to give up, I pushed myself to go back in and take another circuit in the hopes of locating and focusing upon a manager I could meet with for two minutes. The second time I got elbowed in the boob by someone taller, I retreated again and slumped against a pillar while I tried to catch my breath and gather up the mental fortitude to try it again. I wound up fleeing.

Rather than an organized event, it felt more like we had been cattle set to pasture and were all vying over clumps of sweet grass in a field.

No more job fairs for me.

Stay Classy, Internets.
♡ Kristen