Happy Friday, Friends!
So I had a fabulous dinner last night with Nicholas. He is totally the BEST DATE EVER. We always have such good conversation and I end dinner feeling accomplished. After dinner, however, I rushed home to catch Grey's. And here's what I have to say about it. I'm beginning with the end, because it was so powerful.
Go Addison!!! I loved her for so many things last night. She's such a great character. When I first began watching Grey's, I hated Addison. I thought she was pathetic and getting in the way of true love, but the truth is that Addison is a hot slut. She called her husband a slut--I love that. And she got herself set up in a swanky hotel with one hot piece of ass. Jebus, did you see him walk out of that steamy shower?!? My God...I'm excited for the unraveling of this story, it's totally bringing sexy back to Seattle. I'm glad she and McDreamy have realized that it's over. She's so much better off without him. He's one of those men who will just take take take. He doesn't give, instead he blames her for everything. Addison, keep effing that hot guy, he's a better lay--I know it!
Second item of business, Burke's "mama." I hate her. Yeah, yeah, so she's a clean cut, wealthy black lady, but she's also a bitch. Ralph says she's like my mom. Whatever. She needs to be nicer to Yang. I'm not into mother's "testing" their son's women. That's tired. About as tired as that black blazer that she wore throughout the episode. Upity black people can be so disenfranchising.
I'm over Izzie and her shit.
I'm over Meredith and her obnoxious monologues. I know that viewers like that, but she has too many wrinkles to be that choosy over who she wants as a man. People like her shouldn't have options. George's girlfriend on the other hand is so perfect. She's my favorite right now. I want him to love her, don't you? I think he does, but he's being a total guy about it.
Finally, let's talk about Alex. He and Addison get the hot slut award. That old lady wasn't hot enough if you ask me, but I still love that was, as Amanda would say, a "Booty Nomad." How great was his last line, "You're right, I shouldn't be getting physical with patients?" He's got a big one--I know it! hahaha
Tune in next week for more of my useless opinions on Grey's. I provided a link in case you want a respectable look at the show.
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Friday, September 29, 2006
Friday, September 22, 2006
anatomy of a loyal viewer
Last night was the season premire of Grey's Anatomy. I was so excited--I still am. I remember ending last season in tears. For months I kept wanting Denny to die, so in the last episode of the season Seattle Grace Hospital fulfilled my wish and killed off Denny. I ended up feeling sad for days and whenever I heard "Chasing Cars" by Snow Patrol (now one of the most played songs on le pod) thoughts of Denny's failed body came to mind. Ugh and Izzie just crying her heart out in that Jessica McClintock. Jebus!
I feel like my old friends are back. It was so great to see everyone--McDreamy, George, Miranda, the Chief, Addison, Christina, Alex--everyone. I think we are in for an exciting season! After last night I called Ralph to ask him, how long until next Thursday. I will admit I was a bit frustrated with Izzie. I know Denny is dead, but she really showed her us "crazy" last season and it's going to be hard for her to win my trust back (hahaha). Of course Meredith and McDreamy are up to their old tricks. It's not a fresh idea, but it keeps me going back for more. And I'm crossing my fingers that Addison finally lets McDreamy have it. She's too good for him. Yeah so she had the affair first, but she's trying to make it work. The only thing he's trying to do is get and keep Meredith naked. I wonder how they're going to react to Meredith's black panties tacked to the "Lost and Found" board. Ok, I'll stop now. But I'm thinking this may be a regular thing--I'll dub it Anatomy Friday. Loves it!
I feel like my old friends are back. It was so great to see everyone--McDreamy, George, Miranda, the Chief, Addison, Christina, Alex--everyone. I think we are in for an exciting season! After last night I called Ralph to ask him, how long until next Thursday. I will admit I was a bit frustrated with Izzie. I know Denny is dead, but she really showed her us "crazy" last season and it's going to be hard for her to win my trust back (hahaha). Of course Meredith and McDreamy are up to their old tricks. It's not a fresh idea, but it keeps me going back for more. And I'm crossing my fingers that Addison finally lets McDreamy have it. She's too good for him. Yeah so she had the affair first, but she's trying to make it work. The only thing he's trying to do is get and keep Meredith naked. I wonder how they're going to react to Meredith's black panties tacked to the "Lost and Found" board. Ok, I'll stop now. But I'm thinking this may be a regular thing--I'll dub it Anatomy Friday. Loves it!
Monday, September 11, 2006
but i didn't hear the bell ring
I've never been a fan of the fall, but with all the great things in tow, such as leggings, tunics, ankle boots, red nail polish, and the return of Grey's Anatomy, I can't help but love fall '06! Oddly, enough I've been waking up these past few mornings and getting myself back to (what now seems) a simpler time.
The mornings are reminding me of those first few weeks of my sophomore and junior years of high school. My uniforms were clean, my shoes were new, my backpack was light, and I was content with having thirty-dollars to my name. But what I remember most vividly was the weather. The mornings were always glorious, with the perfect amount of moisture settled on the windshield of my mother's mini van and a slight morning haze, but not enough to break the visibility of the sun's rays. It was never so cold that one needed a jacket or a sweater. I would simply roll the sleeves of my white polo, with the green emblem on the left breast and make my way out the door. Everything was really fresh and new in a time generally associated with death. Of course at the ripe (stupid) age of 16 I wasn't concerned with death, intrinsic meanings, or any other sophisticated idea. Usually those mornings gave way to unbearable afternoon heat, but it didn't matter. Each morning was a fresh beginning at impressing new teachers and rekindling fondness among the old and thinking about what I would rather be doing than conjugating Spanish verbs--yo, tu, nosotros and then some.
Now, I'm six or seven years removed from that experience, but I've managed to get back to those mornings in some sense. I can't blame tardiness on the bell failing to ring, being held late by the previous class--now I blame traffic. It is not acceptable to have only $30--I have bills now. I think I'm glad it's no longer summer and that's making me nostalgic. Whatever the case, it's nice and I hope the feeling lasts for awhile.
The mornings are reminding me of those first few weeks of my sophomore and junior years of high school. My uniforms were clean, my shoes were new, my backpack was light, and I was content with having thirty-dollars to my name. But what I remember most vividly was the weather. The mornings were always glorious, with the perfect amount of moisture settled on the windshield of my mother's mini van and a slight morning haze, but not enough to break the visibility of the sun's rays. It was never so cold that one needed a jacket or a sweater. I would simply roll the sleeves of my white polo, with the green emblem on the left breast and make my way out the door. Everything was really fresh and new in a time generally associated with death. Of course at the ripe (stupid) age of 16 I wasn't concerned with death, intrinsic meanings, or any other sophisticated idea. Usually those mornings gave way to unbearable afternoon heat, but it didn't matter. Each morning was a fresh beginning at impressing new teachers and rekindling fondness among the old and thinking about what I would rather be doing than conjugating Spanish verbs--yo, tu, nosotros and then some.
Now, I'm six or seven years removed from that experience, but I've managed to get back to those mornings in some sense. I can't blame tardiness on the bell failing to ring, being held late by the previous class--now I blame traffic. It is not acceptable to have only $30--I have bills now. I think I'm glad it's no longer summer and that's making me nostalgic. Whatever the case, it's nice and I hope the feeling lasts for awhile.
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