Ok, screw videos. You want words? Here are words.

Its not healthy to hate your whole personality. So, you should hate slivers of it.

What really pisses me off about my personality is the tendency I have of settig my mind to something. When that something does not work out in the genral way I imagined it, it gets me irked, sometimes even setting me off on an hours-long downward funk. It sucks, this tendency; because life is a box of chocolates and just cuz you like the caramel one doesn't mean you'll always get the caramel one. You know?

Tom Hanks is a genius. And hot in a really odd, unsettling sort of way. Scratch that. If any of my mom's uber-eager friends ever stumble on to this site, I will have hell to pay.
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A beauty of an excerpt from Grey's Anatomy (as recounted by my shoddy memory):

When your heart wants something and it cannot get it, then you start blaming your heart for pumping faster everytime you see something you cannot get. It just starts pumping harder. I mean, it does get a subconcious order from the brain, and yes in that sense the brain is the one to blame. But how can you use your brain to blame itself. Then your brain will just stop listening to you and cease to be useful. Then you'll be in a shit load of trouble because everytime you see something you can actually get, your brain will not work with you to get it. That will mean you will get nothing. and thats a risk I am just unwilling to take. Stupid heart.

I don't think that was on Grey's Anatomy. But I do remember George (a character on the show) saying something really good. I would find it, but I have deleted the episode. I mean, I don't have TIVO. Right, I don't have TIVO.
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Scrubs is no longer a funny show. Not since I watched Grey's Anatomy. But Prison Break is a damn good show, and I hear I should check out Heroes, too.

Watching TV has never been a passion, but late at night, surrounded by nothing to do and an overwhelming urge to fill the void within me, I have abandoned my books, my articles, my writing and opted for a greater evil- specifically, the haphazard lives of a bunch of interns embroiled in life-saving, murder, lots of random sex and a humour that onlt a stressed out genius can understand. This is right up my alley, the sex that is, not the genius part.
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I have decided that Amsterdsam is a place I want to go and I want to go to it alone. Now, the more attentive of you all will notice that I just jumped from speaking about sex to mentioning Amsterdam. If you didn't notice, then you do now, for sure. Well, let me put your mind at ease- I do not intend to visit the red light district of Amsterdam, (except perhap[s a cursory stroll through) mainly because red is not a colour that flatters my skin. This could possibly change if they have red light bulbs that emanate no more than 40 watts, but that is indeed rare unless it is within a kitchen oven. So rest assured, no random sex will be had anywhere in Amsterdam. No sir, I am going to Amsterdam for one reason and one reason alone. If you happen to pass by Amsterdam during my brief stay do find me at a little cafe called the Dolphin known for unravelling the marijuana conspiracy 24 hours a day. Thats the first time I have mentioned marijuana by its name on this blog- gosh darnit, thats a clear sign that I am starting to not give a shit. And I said Gosh darn it, which means that I am also turning white, which in turn would mean that red bulbs would have a lesser effect on me now, or atleast a different effect on me, an effect I could grow to like .. hmmm....

On that high, sex-filled note, I bid you adieu for another few days, perhaps.