I found something better than Facebook.

And when you are a college student with a social life, that is pretty hard to come by.

Everyone, allow me to introduce you to my new best friend, Whitney. Whitney falls in love with a British accent, named Cayden.

Augusta falls in love with their story.

Read it, b!tch3z.

A Responsible Blog

I deleted my facebook.

Before everyone goes into cardiac arrest, I do plan on coming back. The planned time is Friday circa 9 am. Just in time for Monmouth. But....... who knows. Maybe I'll like all the new found free time and productivity I have and leave it deactivated longer. Maybe I'll start having seizures in 10 minutes and have to get it up and running again. But the real deal is I have been feeling unmotivated in school, this week especially, and it doesn't help when my phone constantly buzzes with messages and status comments and wall posts. IT'S SO CONSUMING. DARN YOU MARK ZUCKERBURG. ZUCKERBERG. zuckerbblahblabhlhb.

I'm trying to be responsible. Less facebook=more studying. Maybe I'll even pick up that book I started in January but never found the time to pick up again. YET SOMEHOW I have found multiple minutes for wall posting and frivolous creeping.

To ensure I won't be upping my facebook until Friday, I went to the extremes:

• Removed from my top websites
• Deleted it off my phone
• Developed and electric key board to shock me every time I type in facebook on the search bar.
• badjoke

However my guilty social networking obviously didn't come to a halt. I am a teenager after all (except I won't be able to use that excuse for very much longer). I'm keeping my twitter. WHICH I SUGGEST YOU FOLLOW. Also will continue to blog. Blogging has totes become an important aspect of life lately. Be expecting many a more.

Recently downloaded songs I'm enjoying (forgive the bipolarity):

• Oklahoma girl- Eli young band
• Jam- Kim Kardashian (YES I LIKE THIS SONG. I'M NOT SORRY)
• Someone like you- Adele
• From the start- Brian Burke Band

I'm aware of how much country was in that list. I live in West Texas, it's hard to ignore. Will not be ashamed.

Creep-asses galore.

Creepy people are two things....

1. Vast, and 2. Significantly more creepy than the rest of us.

But mainly, vast. Creepies are liking your facebook stati, breathing down your neck in the overcrowded bus, making direct eye contact with you in the next car over, and watching you decide which flavor of low-fat yogurt you want. What do they want from us? Why are they staring? Is something on my face?

Sometimes I feel bad for them. Maybe the man across the way is watching me pick out yogurt because he envies that I am not lactose intolerant.

OR MAYBE HE IS A PERVERT CREEP ASS

Oh and let's not talk about how 12 second red-lights are PRIME creep TIME. It's like they have an excuse to star at you in the next car over because they aren't driving. AT LEAST TEXT OR LOOK IN THE MIRROR LIKE THE REST OF SOCIETY AT RED LIGHTS.

Immediately, this brings me to facebook. Because half the time I'm texting at red lights, I'm not texting, I'm facebooking. Mark Zuckerberg increased all of our death rates, yet increased all of our happiness. So it cancels out.

AnYwHo, there is allllllways that person on facebook who likes your status even if it is an inside joke that she has no part of, and can't possibly understand. That person that likes the photo of you and your grandma. That person who comments on your photo from a 3 year old album saying, "I have that shirt!"

Do you.

Incredible.

Yes, Facebook is the breeding ground for fictional and non-fictional creepers of the earth. At least, in times of desperation, I can always count on that huge creep ass to like my less successful stati. Finally, a plus side to the creepiness.

Wishing all of you a creepy day,

Augusta.........

(multiple periods are creepy.................................)