"Research"

Yes, "research."  That's what my friends and I used to call it when we stalked boys that we liked on Facebook.  Seriously--how did we ever find things out about boys before Facebook?  Creepily IMing boys on MSN Messenger, perhaps?  But seriously--what did our mothers and grandmothers do?

Anyway.  Now I do "research" on behalf of others.  First, in a conversation with my 22-year-old sister, I found out about a totally funny "code name" that she gave to a boy that my 15-year-old sister likes (or liked, according to her... riiiiiiight..).  I laughed so hard at this "code name," but unfortunately I can't post it here because it's too transparent and I don't want to be lectured by my mom.

Anyway, I wrote about how funny that was on my little sister's wall and then the following conversation took place (names have been changed to protect the innocent and because I don't want that lecture from my mom):

SIS:  Idk.  Sometimes he's nice and like 2 seconds later he's a jerk.

ME:  Who is he dating?

SIS:  No one yet.

ME:  Ok, who is he "unofficially" dating until he turns 16?

SIS:  It's one of those things where I know that the day he turns 16 he's going to ask this girl out.

ME:  Jessica?

SIS:  WHAT THE HECK?!

ME:  I'm really good at facebook research.

SIS:  APPARENTLY!!!!!!!

ME:  She looks slutty.

ME:  Gotta run--loooooove you!

Please, college professors, don't ever question my research skills ever again.  K?  Thanks.

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