• Wistfully ogle pretty dresses on Modcloth and Etsy
• Find marvelous recipes I'll probably never make @ Allrecipes
• Play Super Mario, Street Fighter, and other awesome/pointless/stress-relieving games
• Admire the incredible wit of anonymous huffpost/livescience/bbc commentors who have thoroughly mastered the art of sarcasm, in their responses to remarkably dim-witted people who momentarily dampen all hope for mankind's betterment
• Become completely, voyeuristically fascinated by the lives and thoughts of strangers I'll never speak to by preying on their blogs (is that creepy?) and occasionally develop pseudo-infatuations on said people (only to discover, upon perusing their 'about me' pages, that they are aged 50/married/dying of ebola/etc.)
• Spend hours reading through movie synopses (synopsises?), reviews, and comments, in order to find the perfect film... only to realize, upon finding it, that I no longer have time to watch one.
• Spend an entire day poring over strange medical syndromes and uncommon natural phenomena and fascinating statistics while knowing deep down that none of this knowledge will ever save my life or get me through college or even be of use in an ordinary conversation
• Marvel over the latest over-hyped medical/scientific/technological/philosophical/diplomatic breakthrough... only to completely forget about it or otherwise glumly realize its fundamental nonsignificance hours later
• Investigate ridiculously far-fetched conspiracy theories so deeply that I find myself starting to entertain their plausibility
• Be struck by a stroke of sublime creativity upon seeing/reading something thought-provoking, only to find that I'm too preoccupied/apprehensive/useless to act on the inspiration and do something with it
• Lose myself in beautiful pictures that somehow change everything through their many-pixeled magic
• Spend hours searching for the perfect desktop wallpaper & gadgets & fonts to brighten my computing experience
• Occasionally binge on world news & political affairs to become up to date and duly informed about everything going on, then spend the next five days trying to recover from the inevitable depression reality brings on
• Be disgustingly, thoroughly, unapologetically narcissistic in ways my ancestors couldn't have even fathomed (case in point: listography)
• Rediscover favorite childhood things and further regress on the tilted ladder of maturity =)
• Wish people a happy birthday whose birthdays I would never-in-a-million-years remember if the stupid sidebar on facebook didn't remind me
• Involuntarily read about the irrelevant going-ons of people I'm not particularly interested in when the fb newsfeed decides I must know, on the rare one-day-a-month I force myself to sign in
• Forcibly stay connected to people who have no real presence in my life, nor I in theirs, for no rational reason but that I'd feel too guilty to hit the 'reject' or 'delete' button

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