I also have always liked the monster within idea. I like the zombies being us. Zombies are the blue-collar monsters.

-George A. Romero-

Feb 25, 2005

The OC does it again


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So yesterday was our weekly OC night. We gathered in Suzy's awsome and clean apartment. Her cat very nearly threw up on my jacket. Thank you suzy for saving it. I even brought my knitting. But the thing about the OC is that is speed plotting. They introduce and then do away with every character. Last night they got 3 off in one shot. First season Seth had a girlfriend that randomly decides to move to the East Coast (you know because moving across the country is something you don't need more than a day to plan.) Then there was some phyco guy Oliver that came and went, which was fine by me since he... sucked. Then everyone who was a couple, was a couple no mo'. Then the 2nd season starts, we have new characters for couples who are no longer together. Lindsey for Ryan, Alex for Seth and Marissa, then some guy from Venus (the most unbelieveable boyfriend) for Summer and then a curve ball, enter a haggard and bloatted like a 3 week old corps Kim Delaney to try to break up the Cohen's. Last night... they are all gone, in a blink of an eye. Not only was there rain, the most terrifying natural disaster apparently to the citizens of the OC as no one knew what to do and umbrella's have not been introduced there yet, but suddenly no more new characters. Kim goes lumbering into the woods because she's apparently some VERY important fugitive from the law, for what was it? Stealing a candy bar 20 years ago? Summer ditches her good boy at the airport waiting to go to Italy just to go back to Seth "I talk about myself way too much" Cohen, and duplicate the kiss from the Spiderman movie (come on people, it was hot with Kirsten and Tobey, but the OC rendition made me puke a little.) and well Lindsey decides SUDDENLY to move to Chicago, last week she was all jonesing to be adopted by Grandad Satan, and then she's going to Chicago...? In the middle of the school year...? Speaking of which, we see them go to school (aroud 10am) we see them in the cafeteria Starbucks, we see them show off fashions in the quad, sometimes we see them pull into the parking lot, but has anyone seen them in class? Is school not manditory? When I was in highschool there was homework, you woke up, spent the day in an ugly building, go home do your studies then fall asleep, these people have 48 hour days I suspect or 5 day weekends, there is no way anyone could get into as much shit as they do in only 24 (minus 7 for sleep.) So anyway I digress, and await the next fresh batch of expendable characters to aid this show along at it's break neck speed.

Today is Friday


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As the headline reads, today is friday. It is the Friday at the end of the slowest week I have ever had to put myself through, it is also the first time isn several months that I have forgotten to go for my therapy appointment. So, I'm kinda detoxing from my anti-depressants as I am lazy and have not gotten another appointment for a refill so there is no one to blame but myself, but have decided that it would be healthy for me to have an arts and crafts obsession, so I have taken up knitting. Last Saturday, I woke up with a desire to learn how to knit a scarf. So on Sunday I bought awsome fuzzy yarn and the needles (um, is there a difference between the needle sizes in relation to the yarn weight?) I also got a little book to show me how to start knitting, and if I choose one of the patters in the book when if I get really crafty, I can make a vest circa 1978 (this I may pass on and just make scarves.) So yeah, I was baffled by their instructions and it took me several hours to learn how to do the starting stitches, and a few more hours to comprehend how to actually knit. But now I can't stop. I am so proud of my scarf. This is what everyone is getting for next Christmas.

So The detoxing... is there a support group for this? There must be, it could be called ADA (Anti-Depressants Annonomous) It's a group of people just weeping uncontrollably, and the sponsor is saying something about how it is your right to hear voices, or to do themselves in while in Todd's bathroom. Hey, I could bring my knitting! "Hi, my name is Taylor, it has been 3 days since my last 'fix' and I can't see straight." I would be welcomed by sobbing self absorbed, neurotic jack-asses.