Technology is not really the forte of my parents or most of their generation. Over Christmas break, my mom was thoroughly impressed by the concept of drag and drop, and my Aunt Susie asked me if I had a "Face Page." I think my favorite moment came when my dad asked my brother why he was looking at pictures of "floozies" on his computer. Turns out he was just looking at pictures of his friends on facebook, but my dad said, "Those pictures are too slutty to put on the internet!" My brother clarified for the rest of us that the girls were wearing conservative sweatshirts but my dad retorted with, "But they had these come hither stares!" The internet is too saucy for my dad.
My little brother, Alex, is a whiz with the internet and computers, mostly because he's 17. He recently got a facebook and we are now "friends," which was all fine and good until his every move on the site came up on my newsfeed. I don't want to know who my brother is tagging pictures of or what he is writing on people's walls. In one disturbing episode, I went on facebook only to be hit in the face with "Alex has commented on *Enter teenage girl's name here*'s photo." The comment itself was even displayed on the news feed and was a saucy "Wow ur so beutiful" (misspelling intentional). I immediately texted Alex, informing that he should change his privacy settings so he wouldn't have to subject me to his teenage love fest. Since then, I have been spared witnessing Alex's attempts at scoring honeys.
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About Me
- Elise
- I was born to a wealthy family in Eastern Bratislava, but was excommunicated at the age of 9 when the tabloids reported a slanderous remark I had made against the nation's symbolic bird--the pigeon. At 14, I wrote a book detailing my escape from a high-security prison (the details of my incarceration shall be left a mystery). This book was later turned into the TV drama "Prison Break", however I received no credit due to my anonymity in authorship. At the age of 19, I graduated from Haverford University with a dual degree in animal science and peace studies, hoping to pursue a career in furthering efforts to end animal warfare in third world countries. At 27, I married and divorced in Las Vegas. At 32, I became president of Malta. At 33, I was again excommunicated, again for insulting the national bird, this time, the Maltese falcon. I have now escaped to Rome where I will seek guidance from the Pope. I am living undercover as a student in a study abroad program. This blog entails my journeys to make my false identity seem more credible.
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