...And that’s why they call it the WEB!

Ok, so this week is kind of a confessional. For my non-pharmacy friends, block exams are encroaching upon my life. Because I feel the pressure to study yet lack the motivation to read about the Kidney or Phenytoin pharmacokinetics for the millionth time in my pharmacy career, I have found myself in a familiar place. The WEB.

Never am I more ‘tangled’ in the web then in the times I need to be studying the most. Actually, my friend Courtney posted a vlog on my Facebook wall (which I saw in 2 seconds) because the web surfing always starts with an innocent Facebook gander. As I was watching the video (called “things girls do on the internet’) I came to the realization that almost everything the vlog talked about, I did. It was that ‘oops..I might have a problem’ moment like an addict realizing they like meth and have resorted to eating baby food for the lack of teeth.

As the girl in the vlog mentioned, I started my adventure on Facebook. I was reading stories, looking at pictures and creeping on people like my friend Stephen, who never writes anything on Facebook (just to make sure I didn’t miss anything). From there, I was surely stuck, never to return. Here is a picture of my vicious cycle from last night:

After enjoying the video blog, I went to YouTube where I watch several of this girl’s video blog. Then I decided I wanted to look up some music artists that I heard on the radio. It’s a strange thing that I do I guess because I try to picture what this person looks like, and then when I see them I’m almost always surprised. What’s in my head rarely matches what’s in reality. From there I went to iTunes to get motivational music to study. The new age solo piano music on Pandora wasn’t cutting it anymore for study music. Don’t even judge. Then I hook up my nano to make sure it downloads for my run in the morning.

Much like a child with ADD, my brain defaulted to shoes. SO… I checked out the normal shoes websites just to make sure I wasn’t missing anything good on sale. I WAS. So I desperately check my bank account to see if I could possible get new shoes, just to be hit with the reality that I am a student and in no position to be living frivolously. As my eyes start to wonder down to my notes on Acid/Base disturbances, my phone chirps letting me know something new has happened on Facebook and I should probably check it out. Thus, the cycle repeats. I guess my pootie cat was not as amused by the internet as I was that night.