there is a reason why i shut my phone off on thursday nights.
so it seems like some of you have been wondering whether i'm back in that particular side of the world or not.
no, i'm not. not yet, anyway.
i think you'll know when i'm back traipsing along the streets of manila.
...
meanwhile, seth is breaking summer's heart.
see, i loved seth cohen from the get-go (my iPod, like his namesake, is skinny, dark, and, uh, could easily slip into my pants). geeky, socially awkward, skinny, curly-haired seth cohen with the "paralyzing self-doubt" and that enviable sarcasm that never fails to kill me.
what made me his, however, is how he spent half his life in love with a girl who barely acknowledged his existence.
but still he named his boat after her, memorized the poem she wrote in grade something-i-forgot, watched her (in a totally non-stalkerish way, i hope) share her lunch with a bullied squirrel, pined for and loved her from afar.
and what does he do after she turns her back on her friends and popularity and everything she held dear? after she made an effort to get over her ditzy reputation and get into the same college he wanted to go to?
take his time choosing between her and another girl, lie to her, run away and leave her alone one summer, lie to her, break her and her new boyfriend up, lie to her, resent her newly-discovered genius because being smart was "his" thing, lie to her, blow off his college interview because he was too busy getting high, and lie to her.
and did i mention that he lied to her?
the moral of the story here is, well, there's two.
a) boys can be frustrating.
b) i watch way too much T.V.
no, i'm not. not yet, anyway.
i think you'll know when i'm back traipsing along the streets of manila.
...
meanwhile, seth is breaking summer's heart.
see, i loved seth cohen from the get-go (my iPod, like his namesake, is skinny, dark, and, uh, could easily slip into my pants). geeky, socially awkward, skinny, curly-haired seth cohen with the "paralyzing self-doubt" and that enviable sarcasm that never fails to kill me.
what made me his, however, is how he spent half his life in love with a girl who barely acknowledged his existence.
but still he named his boat after her, memorized the poem she wrote in grade something-i-forgot, watched her (in a totally non-stalkerish way, i hope) share her lunch with a bullied squirrel, pined for and loved her from afar.
and what does he do after she turns her back on her friends and popularity and everything she held dear? after she made an effort to get over her ditzy reputation and get into the same college he wanted to go to?
take his time choosing between her and another girl, lie to her, run away and leave her alone one summer, lie to her, break her and her new boyfriend up, lie to her, resent her newly-discovered genius because being smart was "his" thing, lie to her, blow off his college interview because he was too busy getting high, and lie to her.
and did i mention that he lied to her?
the moral of the story here is, well, there's two.
a) boys can be frustrating.
b) i watch way too much T.V.
