My Old Friends

Here I am with my favorite friends: House, Heroes and The Office.

I'm happy.

Sure. I would much rather be with my friends hanging out, but this is ok. I like hanging out with my old friends.

I will say, however, that I don't really understand how the show that keeps doing the same thing over and over and over and over again. I mean House is right EVERY TIME! EVERY TIME!! Yet his boss doubts him EVERY TIME.

A conversation over breakfast on Saturday...

Me: You're my Dr. McDreamy.

Him: No, I wanna be Dr. McSteamy.

Me: NO! Dr. McSteamy cheats!!!!

Him: Well I don't, but Dr. McDreamy is sososoososososo girlie. Hey, what would you do if House guest starred on Grey's Anatomy?

Me: Um, that would be a TV orgasm.

Him: Wow, do you have any granola bars?

House...it's effecting me

Please don't take my silence as a lack of topics. Plenty has happened, but I have desperately clung on to my free time and used it only for House. I used the fact that I need a break as an excuse, but really, I'm just covering up my addiction. I know, it's PATHETIC, but I am getting punished in other ways.

For example -

I went to the grocery store yesterday, and took home three brown bags. (Ugh, did they really have to get rid of plastic, I mean REALLY….) Two were excruciatingly heavy and one was light. The light handle broke.

What does it all mean?

It means that God hates me, and wants me to drag two heavy bags in one hand, while clutching the lightest bag with my other free hand and arm. I'm scrambling for me keys thinking - (so, this is what lighting bolts feel like. Ouch. Ok, yes, I'll get off my lazy ass and work on my homework, house and life. ) I guess it's funny watching someone wince in pain trying to get into their apartment in the rain.

It's over

Today is the last day of November, and I have a happy number 30 next to November in my post count. YAY. Celebrate dance.

It's funny, I wrote out a whole list of things I wanted to write about and post, and I did not post one entry in my brainstorm list of topics. How sad. What does that mean? It means that I have a neurological disorder and Dr. Foreman needs to drill a hole into my brain while Dr. House pleads his case in court.

Ha. Ok, so I'm addicted. I can't help it. It's just part of who I am. Is it really that terrible how I stayed up until 1AM to watch, but I am paying for it now because I can barely keep my eyes open. Lucky for me, we are just moving. See you on Monday.

My one 20 minute break today.

me: can you please tell me what happens with wilson and house please

ashley: what season?

me: 3, i just finished 2, and I heard that house has no friends. not even wilson. what happens in 3?

ashley: oh they get past it

me: is it cuddy?

ashley: no, just watch

me: please tell me

ashley: no

me: ugh please. but they get past it? promise?

ashley: yes

me: please tell me what it is

ashley: they are friends this season

me: please sister, tell me

ashley: no

me: fine i'll just look it up

ashley: that is lame

me: so

ashley: just watch it like a normal person

me: when under any circumstances have i acted like a normal person?

ashley: never, but that is lame