After splitting a bottle of wine with my mom.
Laughing at the kitchen table. Talking about prostates and leaves and my dad and The Boy and the WTF?! moment that was Neil E. Boyd winning America’s Got Talent. Seriously? Seriously?! I invest too much of myself in television.
I felt superior to the nurses at the hospital because I knew they weren’t going to kill of McDreamy last week. Duh. They can’t get rid of a star character, the series would bomb. I took pride in this. I also felt a little sad. Because how dumb must you be to think that would be a realistic plot line? I do admit I teared up a bit during that whole dream sequence. Is it weird that I’m still preoccupied with last week’s tv shows?
I’ve decided I like Harry Connick Jr. This makes me feel like a loser. Damn him and his “It had to be you” and “When Irish Eyes are Smiling” soo good. I try to not enjoy anyone who’s a junior. This might result from dating a junior. Or just because I feel bad for anyone who has to live with Jr. as a title. I’m not completely sure.
I think the most perfect engagement speech would have to include the lines from When Harry Met Sally, “As soon as your realize you want to spend the rest of your life with someone you wan the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.” Take notes. Also, can you think of a better movie soundtrack? I cannot. The Secret of Roan Inish is a close second.
Do you Canadians spell realize with an “s”? random thought.
I don’t have class tomorrow. That’s so nice. I spent today at work doing finance homework and telling Nurse Gary that I’m not a man-hater. He seems to think I am. Then I made the unfortunate comment of saying, “All men love me,” which is true, in a way, but not really, and I got all backed into a proverbial corner and was unable to make a comment that didn’t sound A) egotistical or 2) slutty. I lose.
My head is going to hate me tomorrow.
