My life is beginning to revolve around TV shows. Watching the Imaginary Bitches series on youtube and John Green trying to make amusing noises to make his dog do this ridiculously cute head tilt and the staff of Seattle Grace save some lives and on real tv Elle Woods was kicking some legal ass in pink and Jeremy Clarkson was racing Richard Hammond and James May across Japan and weirdly enough the end of Journey’s End (nooo! don’t leave her!) some weird mayor weighing ceremony in High Wycombe (i think that was a programme about Robbie Coltrane’s journey across England’s B-roads).
Of course the only interesting thing i watched was the Wimbledon Finals last Sunday (i know i said i hated watching it without awesome wild cards…but i forgot how damn fine Federer is. Sucks he lost, but Nadal was awesome, the crazy reverse backhand thing! Plus they were both really sweet to each other after the match) which seems like an insanely long time ago though nothing has really happened this week. Except parent’s evening when i was apparently rather rude to my chemistry teacher (i am right- chemistry sucks and hes a biologist anyway so why does he care. I did remember to apologise about breaking a boiling tube so i wasn’t alllll mean).
My geography teacher winked at me though. Which was weird…but also weirdly awesome in a “i am the master of geography way!” cue JD style daydreaming of me and my geography teacher (well…maybe a hot guy instead of my actual teacher) running a small geography company. I have no idea what that would do. Maybe provide people with maps…6 figure grid references…climate graphs…colouring in is definitely involved. Ooh. Maybe it could be me and John McGinley (a.k.a Doctor Cox) and i could be his secretary and he my bitter bitter boss. Cliched i know but this is my fantasy world which relies on cheap, overused story lines more than Hollywood scriptwriters.
*Spoilers- “He loves me, He loves me not”*I watched a french film the over day starring Audrey Tautou which i initially thought was going to be amazingly cliched and annoying. However, “He loves me, He loves me not” turned out to be quite an interesting films about a woman suffering from Erotomania- a condition where the sufferer believes they are involved in a non-existent romance. It was slightly disturbing at the end where she is freed from the mental institution….the camera then cuts to a janitor discovering a Mosaic of her “lover” made out of her pills. Very very creepy. Like Snoop Doggs hair in the video for The Next Episode, which has been stuck in my head. Is his hair ever normal looking though? And no wonder he goes by the name Snoop, who names their child (and i kid you not people) Cordozar Calvin Broadus Jr.?
