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I think my Mom was kind of upset at my self-diagnosis of Social Anxiety Disorder last week. To make it up to her, I'll have to dedicate a future entry to the topic of her choice, which may be entitled "I Am Very Handsome and I Don't See Why a Nice Girl Wouldn't Go Out With Me". We talked on the phone on Saturday and she mentioned how I should be personable at work and not just be the creepy loner that nobody knows. I thought it may have been by chance that she mentioned it, and I was going to tell her about my entry that day, then I realized that it was too great a coincidence.

“You must have read the blog today, Mom.”

“Yes...”

“Oh, you hated it, didn’t you?! Haha…”

At that point we had a debate in which I was forced to take the side of me being afflicted with Social Anxiety Disorder until finally I mentioned that I was sort of kidding and my Mom sort of believed me. Let's move on to the real topic of the day...

Much like most unsigned musicians and 8^th grade students in America, I have a My Space account. I am an infrequent user and only check in on my page every so often, just to see if…well, I’m not even sure what I think could have happened, but I check anyway. Yesterday, not one or two but three things happened. Listed in order of my lowest to highest level of disbelief:

1. I don’t have many friends on MySpace, so I was a little excited when I saw a highlighted message reading “New Friend Requests!”. My friends now include my cousin Katie, my cousin Katie’s friend, and…The Whittemore Center Arena! That’s right; UNH has a new MySpace profile for their sports facility (pictured above). I guess it’s less cheesy than if they tried to personify it and send all of the alumni a friend request from Willy Whittemore Center or something like that. Regardless, I couldn’t resist counting the Whittemore Center Arena amongst my friends.

2. I was surprised enough that I got a friend request, but my profile management page also indicated that I had two messages waiting for me. One of them was from someone named Melissa. “Is this Brian Adams? If it is, this is Dyson...... If this is Brian, e-mail me back. I hope you are doing well.” Missy Dyson back in full effect…go figure. She’s married and she lives in Florida.

3. I had issued a somewhat jocular challenge on my homepage for someone to show me their profile photo in which they are asleep, as I am. After months and months, one person out of the millions and millions of MySpace users finally responded to the challenge. His name? Adam. His location? Somerville, MA. The first friend listed on his page? Collin Nordman.

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