Thursday, April 9, 2009

"championship, schmampionship"

That was my original attitude towards the NCAA. That is, when I ever really gave any thought to it. I guess I was happy for us, but I'm not really into basketball. Pretty much the only benefit it served me on Monday night was the excuse to go party. Franklin Street was a mob of sweaty, hilarious happy people destroying public property and lighting stuff on fire. How could I not be proud? Even though I got knocked on the ground, busted my knees, and lost two perfectly good street signs, I think it was worth it in celebration of some kind of campus unity. Oh and the photo-ops were great.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Blog Assignment

I spend waaaay too much time on the internet. At any given moment, I am either on Facebook, Twitter, a music site, or thinking about these three things. I've realized that I'm actually starting to relate everything I do back to the net. Every thought I have or action I take is a potential status update. It's gotten to the point where the Internet is not just a convenient microcosm for the real world. In my life, it is the real world.

In the past 24 hours I have spent a disconcerting number of hours in front of my computer. I think I've been logged into Facebook since yesterday morning. I've updated my Twitter about 5 times (checked it twice as many). Checked my UNC email 5 times. Gone to Student Central to assess my class schedule for next semester. Checked my Yahoo email account to correspond with the magazine I'll be interning for this summer (Downtowner Magazine in Raleigh, I am very excited). Looked at photos and videos on Flickr of last night's victory riot. Streamed music on, Fairtilizer, Hype Machine, and RCRD LBL...I'm beginning to think I have a problem. If the Tar Heels hadn't won and got me out to Franklin Street last night, who knows how much more time I would have been surfing. It's unhealthy!

I'm not sure what my treatment options are at this point. I went to the blog for the Internet Rehabilitation Center...but that just seemed counterproductive. We should just keep rushing Franklin Street, championship or not. I need something to keep me off this addictive torture device!