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It's no wonder why they've called Web 2.0 "Social Networking."

Practically the entire reason why we join these social networking sites is to have new recognition and fun, flirty social behavior.

Facebook, MySpace, Flikr, Twitter, YouTube, Blogger...

The entire reason surrounding these popular sites' existence is being social.

Why have facebook if you can't post or comment on pictures?

Why have YouTube if no one watches your videos?

Why have a Blog if nobody reads it?

Over a year ago I created a Twitter account. After immediately adding an abundance of my favourite celebrities I quickly lost interest in tweeting. It seemed all I did was read, read, read instead of posting tweets myself. My reason for feeling this way? Because nobody was reading my tweets - my 140 character stories.

About an hour ago, however, my best friend decided she'd check her tweet page. After helping her out with a few bells and whistles and talking about how she wanted to get into this Twitter realm, I am suddenly totally Twitter tuned! I can't wait to post lots of mini-stories and spread the word of my Twitter account!

This goes to show... being social is truly the funnest part of networking.

If you'd like to follow me on Twitter click the link!

Decisions, decisions

We make so many decisions everyday.

Cereal or toast?

Stop at the yellow light or gun it?

Buy lunch when you know you shouldn't... or satisfy your craving?

Stay at school to work in the library or just go home to your room?

Start essay or watch another episode of Sex and the City?

How many of these decisions we make everyday stop us in our tracks and have us think logically?

Perhaps if yesterday, I'd chosen toast, I wouldn't have spilled milk from my cereal across the kitchen floor causing me to clean and delay my day by 15 minutes...

Perhaps if I'd just gunned the yellow light I'd have arrived at class on time and not had to take the chair that was broken which has consequently given me a back pain...

Perhaps if I'd have listened to my gut instinct and not boughten the tuna wrap at lunch, I'd have had $10 extra dollars in my "in case of emergency" pocket...

Perhaps if I'd stayed at school to work in the library, I'd have finished my essay...

Perhaps if I'd actually started the essay instead of watching three episodes of SATC, I'd be done by now... not still procrastinating to write the stupid thing!

Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps....

Perhaps all of that would have been more efficient... but I did enjoy my cereal, my wrap, my song at the red light, my non-traffic drive home, my cozy room alongside my sleeping dog and who couldn't use a few good SATC episodes once in a while?

Good decisions, different decisions, hard decisions... perhaps there are no wrong ones.

Aren't you glad I made the decision to write this post instead of my essay? Ricky?

I Love You, Man

I just love time shared with my best friend.

There are moments when we're both fighting for breath with serious stomach cramps from laughing at something that no one else in the world will understand.

While I love laughing with her and surely love the after-laugh pangs that only an Ab Rocket can compete with, we also fill our nights with heart-to-hearts and talktalktalking.

Just last night for example, as we were heading into bed - slightly tipsy - we managed to have a serious conversation, a mini-fill-in conversation, a back-to-back "I love you man" duet and a few laughs leaving us gasping for air.

We both have many friends and people in our lives whom we love, but we often remind ourselves just how lucky we are to have found each other so early in life. Many people have an abundance of friends, but I appreciate and am so gratful for just having that one best friend who has been and always will be there through thick and thin.

I love you, man.

Tanned & Tainted

People are still fake tanning? Seriously? What is the reason? What is the reason for putting yourself at a 75% risk of having skin cancer? An unreal glow... in the winter... while everyone knows it's fake?

I'm unafraid to talk about this subject so harshly because I once was a fake tanner. Not often by any means, but if there was an event taking place between the months of October and May, I often found myself tanning several times before the special date. The second I found out that tanning beds played such a huge part in one's likelihood of getting cancer, I made up my mind that I would never ever fake and bake again.

It boggles my mind when thinking about those who have yet to stop. Upon the rush of Facebook Halloween albums being posted this week, I've noticed this fake and bake glow on the skins of many friends. WAKE UP.

"International cancer experts have moved tanning beds and other sources of ultraviolet radiation into the top cancer risk category, deeming them as deadly as arsenic and mustard gas. A new analysis of about 20 studies concludes the risk of skin cancer jumps by 75 percent when people start using tanning beds before age 30. The new classification means tanning beds and other sources of ultraviolet radiation are definite causes of cancer, alongside tobacco, the hepatitis B virus and chimney sweeping, among others." - 'Tanning Beds as Deadly as Arsenic, July 29/09 http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/32187497/ns/health-cancer/

My goodness, are these the extremes people are willing to go to in this day and age for our cosmetic and materialistic needs? Are people literally dying for a tan?

Seriously people. STOP using tanning salons. It is not worth it.

That is all.

This Is It... This is Wow

Over the weekend I was privileged to have the opportunity to see "Michael Jackson's This Is It."

Michael Jackson, though seen in many different ways by the public, has always been a star in my eyes. Considering I never met him in person, I feel a huge sense of mourning for him. I'm so very happy and grateful that this movie was released for the public to view.

This movie showed a side of Michael that very few people had the chance to see. We were let into this whole new world of his: his professional realm. I felt as though I had a backstage pass to the whole production that he was working so hard on. It was amazing. I was in complete awe when seeing his professional manner. He truly was a remarkable person.

This movie showed how Michael poured his heart and soul into his passion. It displayed his endless devotion to creating a perfect experience for every single audience member.

After the movie, my father, a man who has appreciated MJ's music but has never, ever - ever - said a good thing about Michael's character, stated, "Wow, I take back what I have said negatively about him. I have a whole new appreciation for him."

This was absolutely huge for my dad to say. I couldn't believe my ears. This goes to show how strong this movie was, and how greatly it captured this beautiful side of Michael. Throughout the movie you could just see Michael's humbleness, sincerity, purity and imagination.

I feel like this post is a bit all over the place; it is extremely hard for me to sum up my feelings about the film... about Michael.

I can't believe he is gone, and oh how I wish he could have performed at least one come-back show... and been given the chance to take one final bow to the world.

I do feel he is in a much better place now, where he is safe and away from all negativeness... a place where he can sing and dance and be youthful and worry-free.

Michael, you are and will be forever missed.

Do You Believe in Magic?

I love Halloween Time. As I child, the festivities of Halloween excited me for two reasons: I loved dressing up and... I loved candy. While these two aspects still excite me, I've begun yearning for something else as I've gotten older.

Is there such thing as magic?

Do witches and wizards really exist? True Harry Potter fans will argue that of course there must be such thing as magic. Somewhere out there (and how we wish we could just find that map) there is a Hogwarts, a Forbidden Forest, a Flourish and Bolts, a Ministry of Magic and even a Burrow.

There are different magical realms that entice me as well. Sabrina the Teenage Witch's magical standards could suit me just fine! Having a talking pet, a closet that could take me anywhere and magical powers through my fingers would be so handy. (Let's face it, the wand seems more annoying than helpful most of the time.)

Then you've got Samantha Stephens from Bewitched who owns the incredibly adorable nose twitch. Wiggle wiggle and... ta da! A beautiful turkey dinner is set before your husband and aunt in a mere blink of an eye.

Many movies and television shows have centered around the idea of witchcraft for one sole reason: it amuses us. It amuses us to no end! Our imaginations go wild thinking of endless possibilities that magical powers have to offer. Many of those reading this may think that this post is completely silly, but on a night like tonight, before Hallow's Eve, I can't help but wonder if this form of magic really does exist.

To quote the Lovin' Spoonful: Do You Believe in Magic?

Regardless of your beliefs, I wish everyone a very safe Happy Halloween!

Growing Up... Gone

It seems as though people (or should I say teens) are wanting to grow up way too quickly.

I'll never forget the day a young girl added me to Facebook, only for me to realize she was in grade eight and someone (apparently) I had gone to elementary school with. After getting over my initial thought of "how does this girl remember me when I graduated from that elementary school when she was in grade three?" I began to investigate and was struck with horror.

This 13-year-old had some 900 friends! Forgive me if I'm stepping on anyones toes, but NINE HUNDRED Facebook friends? Really? While it instantly became clear to me that this young tot was simply adding people's names that sounded familiar (not actual friends), I noticed her pictures were more surprising than anything. UGG boots, Aritzia jackets, Chanel shades... this young teen was dressed more lavish than most 20-somethings!

When I was thirteen I was running around parks and riding my bike, wearing ripped jeans and rugged shoes, and this poor girl is trying her absolute hardest to be something that she's not: a grown up.

Even at my age right now, I am in no rush to grow up and presume the responsibilities adults must face. I love being young, youthful and free! I love being able to laugh loud and do silly things in public with my best friends. I love living with my parents and fighting with my brother! I love being chipper and enthusiastic and showing excitement when I'm excited!

This isn't to say I'm running around like an immature hoodlum, or that I won't be ready to "grow-up" when the time comes; but it is my firm belief that everyone in this world should hold onto their youth for as long as possible. Be responsible, of course - but hold onto that exhilaration and rush of just bein' a kid; because before you know it, it might just pass you by.