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My name is Laura Christine Delahaye.

I was born on February 1, 1987. My hometown is Orinda, California.

My political views are moderate (or rather truthfully becoming rapidly apathetic).

I've omitted my religious views.

My interests include: Singing, Grafitti, Reading, Jazz, Green Tea, Anthropology, Cosmopolitans etc.

My favorite music: The White Wires, Best Coast, matt & kim, The Red Devils etc.

My AIM screenname is pixiepicara.

My websites include Jon's memorial website and this very blog that no one reads.

Reader, truly gauging from this information, what do you know about me? What archetypes, what images, what judgments have you assesed from my tastes, interests, personal views? This is what repells me yet fascinates me about Facebook. Our complexity as humans are reduced to a carefully selected and thought out pieces of information that transmit to our web "audience" the kind of person we want them to see. Let's be honest with ourselves: real life is entirely overrated or at least has become stiflingly stilted. We live our lives through the internet. Pictures or it didn't happen. We need evidence of our existence, evidence of our friendships and the good times. Memory and nostalgia alone doesn't cut it.

The most telling and most paramount choice is the profile picture.
After all, the profile picture is simply the image that we want others to see; the context and angle of the photo indicates our aesthetic, the mold that we most would like to be pegged as.
Party boy, indie girl, the artistic type, frat guy, girly girl.
Whether we like it or not, we naturally peg each other into these molds. Paradoxically, despite these stereotypes we attempt to fill, we still are hounddogs for authenticity. A profile picture that smells of being too posed, interests that seem too attentively chosen, a status that seems too painstankingly worded, it strikes me as hilarious that we deride each other for these telling signs when we are guilty parties ourselves.
And yet I can seem to stop myself from logging in...