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Confessions of a Walking-Texter

April 20, 2011

I’m ashamed to say that I am an avid walking-texter. It’s even more dangerous to text and walk when you’re as clumsy as I am. I walked face first into a tree my first day of high school. True story. I didn’t even have a phone to distract me then.

It has become even worse since I’ve had a smartphone. Now I text and walk, check email and walk, facebook and walk, tweet and walk, and more. I found myself starting to sudoku and walk last week and had to draw the line.

I’ve never run into anyone as I’m aware enough to know when someone’s coming my way. I’m only a threat to myself and my environment. It is my fear to walk into a pole in the middle of campus. Although, I’m not nearly as bad as the woman who walked into a fountain while texting.

I can’t help but do it, though. One time, as I walked from the back of the second floor of the library,  I got a facebook message, replied to it via email, and forwarded the message to my friend via text all before I hit the front doors. This extreme multitasking makes me feel awesome; like I’m doing a “walk and talk” on the West Wing. But I do recognize that it makes me extremely dangerous. A girl on a mission with blinders on towards the world.


As for a PR Campaign that might alert the public of this growing problem? Signs won’t  alert those already affected. It could be that the only way to reach these people (myself included) is through their phones. I say: Guerrilla Warfare!!

Except with Technology. They'll never see it coming.

Random text messages suddenly sent out saying things like: “WATCH OUT FOR THAT POLE!” or “AH! CAR!!!”  or maybe more positive messages like: “That cute boy/girl is checking you out, flash a smile!” or “What a beautiful day! Look around, would you?” Anything to jar these people (and me)  into the present tense.

Because even though it makes me feel like a BAMF to send a flirty text, wish someone happy birthday on facebook,  look up my checking account and check the Braves scores all while walking to my car from the gym, I know one day something really bad will happen. Worse than running into a tree. I’m going to be hit by a car, or run over by a wayward bike, or heaven forbid, accidentally knock my public relations professor over  and fail this class. And if any of those things happen, I won’t be able to blame the West Wing, or who I was texting or even my lack of guerrilla warfare style texts warning me to watch out. Only my foolish, clumsy head, living in my own little world.


Week of Twitter

April 17, 2011

My twitter account and I have a love/hate relationship.

I love reading tweets from my hilarious Braves that have accounts (Peter Moylan, Kris Medlen, Freddie Freeman and Jason Heyward). I enjoyed reading about and chatting with my classmates this week. You guys are very cool people. I like having an excuse to take pictures with my phone and immediately post them to facebook and twitter. I very much liked being connected to my favorite businesses like Starbucks.

However, I hate the person I become when I’m active on twitter. At the GSU baseball game Wednesday, I was tweeting about the score of the game when I realized my roommate had been chatting up a couple of dudes in front of us for the past few minutes. And where was I? Busy trying to convince my phone I wanted to say “Eagles” and not “Salutes.” Completely ignoring everyone else.  I found myself in that kind of  situation a few times this week, and not just because I’m still terrible at touch screens (although that certainly doesn’t help).

To me, twitter seems useful only when you have a goal for it. For example, Home Depot‘s twitter page creates a relationship between the company and its customers by interacting with them, answering questions and listening to complaints. I think that’s lovely. It’s so difficult and so important to have a personal relationship with individual consumers.

I will keep using twitter, because it is a helpful tool and, what can I say, I’m nosy. I’m going to want to keep commenting on my friend’s lives and things my celebrity tweeters say. I’m sure the more I use it, the more I’ll love it, but I refuse to become attached to it. I don’t want to ignore the people around me while I read my suddenly humongous news feed, or ever think that what’s going on on Twitter is more important than interacting with people in real life.

Also, I really want Kris Medlen or Jason Heyward or Peter Moylan to tweet me back. It’s my new life goal.

Comments on High School

April 8, 2011

This week I commented on:

Noele’s Blog


Crystal’s Blog


High School Marybeth vs. College Marybeth

April 6, 2011

I have mixed feelings on my high school years.

I can certainly remember the good times. I had amazing friends, I traveled and performed with a top notch band, and I definitely learned more about myself than I realized then.

And I can vividly remember the tough times, no matter how I try to block them out. The frustration with school work, with teachers, with other people, the awkwardness. Oh the awkwardness.

If I could, would I go back and make myself better? Less shy? Braver? Work harder? Nope! I don’t think I can explain it any better than Steve Carell’s character, Frank, in the movie Little Miss Sunshine when he describes the French writer, Marcel Proust:

Yeah. French writer. Total loser. Never had a real job. Unrequited love affairs. Gay. Spent 20 years writing a book almost no one reads. But he’s also probably the greatest writer since Shakespeare. Anyway, he uh… he gets down to the end of his life, and he looks back and decides that all those years he suffered, Those were the best years of his life, ’cause they made him who he was. All those years he was happy? You know, total waste. Didn’t learn a thing. So, if you sleep until you’re 18… Ah, think of the suffering you’re gonna miss. I mean high school? High school-those are your prime suffering years. You don’t get better suffering than that.

(I looked for a video of the scene, but could only find it in Spanish, but its worth the watch anyway. Enjoy.)

Through my “suffering” I learned some important things.  For example, I learned that I hate math but love Spanish classes. I eventually learned to hold myself with more confidence, and if there happens to be someone who doesn’t want to be your friend for seemingly no reason, then maybe you don’t want to be friends with them in the first place. I learned a person gets more respect when they try hard, even if they aren’t the best. All the lessons I’ve learned, I’ve carried on into college, and I’ve built upon them.  So I wouldn’t change anything.

WELL… I wouldn’t change much. Here are four things I might poke at.


1. I’d tell myself to start learning about the world. There was no reason to be trapped in East Cobb like I was, I should have been reading books taking place in Prague and watching movies set in  Barcelona ages ago.





2. I’m thinking my mom was probably right; maybe I should have dressed more my age. Fewer t-shirts, fewer flipflops,  more dressing up. Now I have countless fashion blogs on my google reader and I love online window shopping for fun pieces. Oh, how things change.






3. I would tell myself to chill. I am, and have been, a fairly laid-back person, but in high school many things can feel like THE END OF THE WORLD! when they were anything but.  Messed up an audition? Not a big deal.  Someone was mean to you? Chill out. Don’t understand math? A big who cares. There’s life after high school.


4. Finally, I’d have to break it to myself that there was no one at my high school who could match Heath Ledger from 10 Things I Hate About You.  High School boys are gross and silly. I know, I know, you think that one guy has potential, but I’m sorry. He’s just going to end up a fat, drunk kid at college. Believe me, I know.


April 1, 2011

on teen pregnancy and reality shows….

Teenage Wasteland

March 31, 2011

I waited until I was in a good mood to write about this week’s topic, which took a while due to the perpetual rain and cold in Statesboro and my inability to get even half a night of sleep.

The gloomy weather across Georgia is complementary to how I feel about Teen Mom.

I waited because, given the mood I was in, my blog post about shows like Teen Mom and 16 and Pregnant would consist mainly of  complaining about dumb girls doing dumb things on dumb shows. But I don’t want to write like  that because it’s mean and because I wouldn’t have any facts to back it up.

I’ve never seen a full episode of either show in my life. I’ve watched parts of 16 and Pregnant with my friends and have tried to watch Teen Mom, but gave up after I realized it was a full hour of nonsense. I don’t see how so many of my friends love it when it does nothing but stir feelings of rage and disbelief in me that usually result in yelling at the TV.


Even so, I don’t believe the “reality” shows glamorize teen pregnancy, but neither do they disapprove. It’s just there. The girls that the shows revolve around might have become famous, but, to my knowledge, the people who follow these teen moms don’t idolize them, they point and laugh. For example, one of the Teen Moms, Amber, frequently beats the living daylight out of her fiance, Gary, enough to earn herself a nice little domestic abuse charge.  Que the hundreds of youtube videos of the fight set to Pat Benatar’s “Hit Me with your Best Shot.” These girls aren’t looked up to, they’re made fun of.


And what gets me angry the most? The dudes. These girls are way too into douche bags and losers. They are the reason why I can’t watch the show. Every time a girl just accepts the fact that her boyfriend or fiance would rather work on his car then see his baby, or every time some chick gets a wildly mean text and just cries about it, my eyes roll so far back into my head that I can see my brain.

THAT’S what we should be worrying about in regards to the repercussions of watching this show. Not that it might glamorize teen pregnancy, or make trashy girls role models, or even that it gives the impression that all Southerners are gross, ignorant rednecks with accents as thick as Amber’s fiance (am I right in reading that one of the girls’ boyfriend is her stepbrother?!). We should be concerned that it promotes jerk boyfriends and losers who don’t find it necessary to have a job even though they have a baby.



If the Braves hadn’t won their Opening Day game in a beautiful, beautiful way, even writing this post would send me into a swirling mess of exasperation.

But they didn’t and it was lovely, and I just wanted everyone to know that.


Thanks guys.

Social Comments

March 25, 2011

My comments this week were: