call me "spud".
last sunday, meredith* told alex that she opted to skip izzie's thanksgiving dinner because she didn't want to ruin the holiday for everybody else, that she felt like a virus, a bacteria, a disease that could infect every person she gets in contact with, and contaminate their happiness with her misery and hurt.
that's precisely the same reason why i've been semi-reclusive lately.
that, and the fact that i've made rereading harry potter IV and V, and finally reading the VI (which has been gathering dust in my bookshelf for months now) as this weekend's goals. i just wonder how i'm going to pull it off since i have been stuck in page 39 of "HP and the goblet of fire" all day. i blame it on "the suite life of zack and cody", "foster's home for imaginary friends", the Bratz cartoon, my sister's iPod, and the food network (the US national pie-making competition was on this afternoon; the amount of egg yolks and cream and cream cheese i saw today was mind-boggling, i think my waistline expanded by a couple of inches just by watching. oh, those poor cows and chickens).
...
saw "harry potter..." last sunday.
loved it, loved the accents, loved the weasleys, loved all the skinny boys with floppy hair and the lovely accents at that.
i also spent two plus hours thinking, "harry potter looks like my cousin."
'di tuloy ako na-excite sa shirtless scene.
...
this girl from work asks me, "how come you seem okay one moment, and then so sad and withdrawn the next?"
good question.
you know how they say some people have guardian angels because they always seem to be so happy and blessed with good luck? and even though they may go through some rough patches once in a while, they still get what they want afterwards?
well, i'm convinced i have a guardian Dementor.
OR i could just be bipolar.
*meredith, alex, and izzie are but three of the people whose lives i shamelessly stalk every sunday, 10 pm EST. i know "grey's anatomy" is being lambasted for its preposterous and misleading potrayal of doctors and medical what-not, but who cares? if i were after medical accuracy, i would've opened a textbook. only, textbooks don't show patrick dempsey in scrubs.
that's precisely the same reason why i've been semi-reclusive lately.
that, and the fact that i've made rereading harry potter IV and V, and finally reading the VI (which has been gathering dust in my bookshelf for months now) as this weekend's goals. i just wonder how i'm going to pull it off since i have been stuck in page 39 of "HP and the goblet of fire" all day. i blame it on "the suite life of zack and cody", "foster's home for imaginary friends", the Bratz cartoon, my sister's iPod, and the food network (the US national pie-making competition was on this afternoon; the amount of egg yolks and cream and cream cheese i saw today was mind-boggling, i think my waistline expanded by a couple of inches just by watching. oh, those poor cows and chickens).
...
saw "harry potter..." last sunday.
loved it, loved the accents, loved the weasleys, loved all the skinny boys with floppy hair and the lovely accents at that.
i also spent two plus hours thinking, "harry potter looks like my cousin."
'di tuloy ako na-excite sa shirtless scene.
...
this girl from work asks me, "how come you seem okay one moment, and then so sad and withdrawn the next?"
good question.
you know how they say some people have guardian angels because they always seem to be so happy and blessed with good luck? and even though they may go through some rough patches once in a while, they still get what they want afterwards?
well, i'm convinced i have a guardian Dementor.
OR i could just be bipolar.
*meredith, alex, and izzie are but three of the people whose lives i shamelessly stalk every sunday, 10 pm EST. i know "grey's anatomy" is being lambasted for its preposterous and misleading potrayal of doctors and medical what-not, but who cares? if i were after medical accuracy, i would've opened a textbook. only, textbooks don't show patrick dempsey in scrubs.
