Baaa!

Yes, I am a sheep. I have joined Facebook, the greatest procrastination tool known to man (and woman). I feel particularly guilty of joining, as it was only THE DAY BEFORE I joined that one of my best friends and I were ranting in agreeance about how ridiculous it was that everyone is so Facebook obsessed, and how all of our other friends keep pressuring us to join. The argument has been that it's a great way to stay in touch, but S and I figured that anyone that I would want to be "friends" with over the Net, we already stay in touch with in real life. Who needs virtual friends when you can have real relationships? Also, most of my friends who are on Facebook have winded up being "Facebook-friends" with people they don't even like, just so they can check out their embarassing photos. I don't know if I want people being able to look at embarassing photos of me...

In my defence for joining, our team has a Facebook group, and I didn't want to be left out of team updates. It seems like a pretty feeble excuse, though, when one considers that I sent my WHOLE WEEKEND procrastinating on Facebook. Aaagh, and I had so much to do - an assignment due Thursday, prepare for interviews, shop for a new outfit, clean the house, the list goes on. It didn't particularly help that it was a grey weekend, which contributes to me sleeping late and makes me feel that it's totally ok to spend the whole weekend snuggled under a blankie. I wish I could ban myself from my computer, but considering I need it to both work and study, there's just no escaping!

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The Australian media has been in an uproar as it has been revealed that Kevin Rudd, the leader of the Opposition, went to a strip club in New York four years ago. OH MY GOD, WHO CARES?!?!?!?! Everyone is talking about how it will wound his election chances. I personally can't believe how naive everyone must be if they really think he's the only politician in this country who's ever been to a strip joint. It's interesting that all of the criticism is coming from media commentators, whilst other pollies are remaining eerily silent, aside from those few who've stepped out in Kevin's defense. A bit worried what could come out of the closet if they comment, perhaps?

Sure, I wouldn't exactly be happy if the boy spent a drunken night at a strip bar with his mates, but at the same time I accept that it's something guys do (the boy has been to strip bars, before we met), and is really not that big of a deal. Surely there are more important criteria for judging the character of the leader of our country, than whether or not he likes to see boobs.