Damn- I've succumbed to Facebook

I tried to work against it. But it was a force more powerful than I am! FACEBOOK. I vowed I would not join. It would just be one more thing online that I'd do rather than read my 16th century Buddhist literature-- (which is sooo interesting by the way...and yes that is sarcasm).

But now I'm very concerned. What is facebook etiquette? Should I "poke" people? Should I be annoyed at being poked? Should I become worried if no one wants to poke me? AH- the pressure!

After looking through former graduates of my high school I wonder... who is it appropriate to poke and/or add as a friend. What if I add someone who's like "Damn, that girl again! I thought I lost her after graduation!"

Then there's all this pressure to put together a killer profile. What are your favorite movies? You gotta say something cool -- not like "I love anything by Chuck Norris." What are my favorite books? What? I mean, I love reading but during the semester the only stuff I read is what the professor hands to me. That's all you have time for when you're enrolled in 4 English courses. **Incidentally, the latest assigned reading was "Fanny Hill" which is an 18th century novel that is almost entirely pornographic. I mean GRAPHIC descriptions of sex with men and women and long descriptions of masturbation. You'd think that would keep me awake, but like any other assignment I passed out while reading it. See if masturbation scenes can't keep you awake you must be tired!

But back to the point-- Facebook. There's all this pressure. When you first sign on, you're just a screenname. No profile, and as facebook kindly points out, "Emily has no friends" and "Emily has no messages or posts." I am desperate to immediately appear worldly and loved. Sad, I know. But I guess it's a happy alternative to the erotica I must have read by Friday.