Ten Reasons why Bebo's a willy muncher

1. Firstly and most importantly is the fact that event though I am just about to write an entire LIST about how much I despises this electronic nightmare, there is not a chance in hell that I’m going to delete my profile. THAT is why Bebo is truly sickening. I’m addicted.
2. The way that every time someone whips out their digital camera I find myself doing all these ridiculous poses cos there’s no denying that the second the person gets home they’re gonna be straight up on Bebo for all the world to point and laugh at . and for all those people who think they are being the bigger person by sayin ‘ah I don’t care, put them up’ as soon as that photo of you with a double chin, one eye open and the other closed and your face basically looking like you got smashed …with a brick all the fun and games stop. ABRUPTLY. From then on it’s all ‘if you don’t down the pic of me looking like a tranny I’m gonna stick up that one of u scoring that ginge in Wexford’. As yes the wonderful world of blackmail.
3. Because it’s gay and stuff
4. The way I find myself of random people’s pages that I don’t care about and who most certainly don’t care about me. It makes me feel like this scary stalker to be flicking through pictures of irrelevant people that I may have once upon a time bumped into
5. .How I convince myself that I’ll just spend five minutes on it to check new comments and suddenly 2 hours of my life have been wasted and my dinner is cold and my last active still sign reads ‘ONLINE NOW’
6. This one time I recognised a girl on the Grafton Street and I realised it was because I had been on her page. I stayed off the computer for about a month after that.
7. Those scary people who you don’t know adding you and then writing comments like ‘Gis a shot’. I’m sorry to break it to you love but I don’t care if you think I’m ‘a well fit sexy booordddd’ I am not going to ‘SUCK IT’…even if you do say it’s twelve inches.
8. the way Bebo tries to make you feel like the most unloved person in the world. I could deal with the other half thing…although those massive big dedications on people’s page to their ‘one and only’ make me all weirdly jealous. The love-heart giving is a bent idea and they should have jacked it in when Valentine’s day passed. And finally they start up this whole ‘relationship status thing’ so you actually have to make it known to the world that you are single. Yeah sound Bebo…soooooouuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnnnnnd
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9. The way it has turned me into a retard. Every time I am trying to look up something on the internet or ‘do a project’ everyone knows its straight onto Bebo we go. My brain has turned to mush and now my English essays have sentences like ‘it rele makes u tink bout righting a book’. Jaysus
10. the way nine year olds now have it and have uploaded albums entitled ‘ME AND MY FRIENDS’ which consist of around 5 million pictures of themselves from web cam. How embarrassing

and that’s all I have to say about that

Today is Tuesday, high time i shud be getting over the skiing holiday and on with my life, but no. im STILL depressed, mourning for the beautiful Giacomo who gives a whole new meaning to the phrase ITALIAN STALLION and pining for the sparkling slopes and crazy Cork boys. it was, without a doubt, the most incredible week of my existence. I mean the moment i opened the door to the hotel room(and the handle falls off) nd tasted the sickly white meat which shall remain nameless as it gives me stomach ulcers to think about it i knew it would be a fantastic holiday. One of the more lesser moments of the first day was of course finding out that Hannah had been struck by an unknown virus and wud remain confined to the bed speechless for the next few days(partay 24-7 in room 334....eh no i was practically talking to MYSELF in der). However things brightened up considerably when we found that the mad yokes from Cork wer stayin in our hotel. YESSSSS!(never mind the fact dey wer 2nd year Boggers...we loved em). dat night, we got our ski's fitted nd my lucky feet wer touched by the stunner Nicolai who was basically eh stunning. Unfortunately we thought he was lyk linguistically retarded and only spoke Italian so many of us indulged in calling him a sexy beast to his face(cough cough Katie Sinnot) however we later found out he understood perfectly what we were saying. AH WELL. We wer soon all fast asleep, cept for han hu turned into an insomniac thru her illness and at 3.30am i found myself standing outside our teacher's room asking for water, only to be told d tap water was drinkable, ye dat was embarassing.

The next day we began r skiing adventures, to tell the truth i was none too pleased as the instructors wud rather watch you suffocate in the snow den pick you up, little did i know, my opinion was to be greatly transformed.

2nd day skiing and i crawled into my illuminous jump suit, thinkin dat i looked like a human being. however, now dat i av been shown the pictures of myself in d fcukin monstrosity i have come to terms with the fact i looked like an absolute tool and should have flung myself off d chair lift wen i had the chance. my lying friends told me it looked 'cool' so im here to give you a piece of advice 'When you are wearing a multicoloured piece of shit and people are laughing at you(I thought dey wer laughin wit me) it means YOU LOOK SPASTIC SO TAKE THE FCUKIN THING OFF.
NYWAYS....so im all set for another day on the slopes and im just gettin a tissue wen SUDDENLY der is lyk red liquid pouring out of my face im screaming my head off. Figgins, Sinbo and Emily declined to care and calmly strolled out of the room. Fos popped in to tell me dat she is an absolute expert on nose bleeds and dat i shall now be plagued with dem for the next decade or so(tanx fos) and Hana, being unconcious, did nothing at all.

The 'tap' as christened by fos lasted for 45 minutes, during which time I though plenty about if you could bleed to death through ur nose. yup ano, sick, isn't it. Well, you can't. so dats gud news.

2hours im standing outside in the cold again(good for my nose) nd Erica is telling me i have been put in 'GRUPO RETARDO' (ski group for people who have, shall we say, 'problems' with standing up for long periods of time nd what not) No offence intended, my group was fab. When i first set my eyes on The God aka Giacomo, my biggest obsession to date was born. I LOVE GIACOMO....ND I DON'T FCUKING CARE IF SARAH DALY CALLS HIM AN OOMPA LOOMPA INBRED. HE. IS. STUNNIN

So the rest of the time passed by in a sort of haze. I can only remember fragments of it as i spent most of my time thinkin bout what sort of clothing Giacomo would wear and wat his fiance luks like etc etc. nyway fos decides to start having nose bleeds left right and centre, COMPLETELY stealing my thunder(wat a BITCH) and Hannah rises from the dead, FANTASTIC news and utterly changed my holiday(my invisible friend taylor was now unnecessary as Han kept me