Too Late For HNT

If you think I’m on a blogging spree, you’re wrong. I’m just procrastinating. That is supposed to explain this set of randoms.

  1. I’m supposed to be doing my Psychiatry patient history. It’s not long, it’s in English and I seem to be taking forever. I keep thinking that my teacher is going do a mini evaluation on me based on how I present this history. How self-absorbed am I, eh?
  2. I’ve recently (i.e. yesterday) started watching Californication. It’s Abilash’s fault, really. He said there was this show with a lot of sex in it. I jest! Not about what he said, but the influence of his words. Anyway, I downloaded the first season, and I like it. While there are too many boobies for my taste (truth: they have made me even more self-conscious than before) and the lines are pretty vulgar, the story is a nice one. I want to hate Hank Moody (played by David Duchovny) for being a drunken ass-hat with a dick that might as well have an “Occupied” sign hanging off it, but he has principles in the weirdest of ways. Can I relate? No, I have no principles.
  3. I’m about a decade late, but I seem to have a teensy, almost non-existent fan-girl crush on Rivers Cuomo of Weezer. If we were in high school together, I’d totally want to hit that. He’s adorkable, if possible at the age of 40. Needless to say, I’ve been listening to old Weezer songs, and reminiscing about the good old days when songs weren’t about auto-tune and paying royalties to other artistes.

Next time: Nathan Fillion, crap Russian weather, and the desire to eat a shaurma every time my tight jeans start fitting me right.