too many Cookies!

Sitting around during break is inevitably going to make me fat. All I eat is chocolate and bread. And I am not french. I think my tastes are slipping. I embrace escapism like a drowning person grasps a wooden board in the ocean. I used to watch documentaries and listen to NPR and read memoirs, but now all I want to do is watch romantic comedies. Granted, I still think the Wedding Planner is excruciating, but I love escapism none the less. So maybe I will settle for good escapism, like The Jane Austen Book Club. I LURVE that movie. BTW, I was looking at my last post and I realized I left off one of the sexiest characters on True Blood, though most people may not have noticed this sexy beast of a man. Ed Quinn. I don’t even remember if that man was a good actor, I just know that he was a hunky hunk of manliness. DAMN. I would literally watch Eureka just because he is in it. I’ll try not to be completely gratuitous and have any picture be of his face. There are certain things I get a sad, sick pleasure out of. Staring at Ed Quinn. Watching ridiculously idiotic romantic comedies. Eating Belgian chocolate covered cookies. Watching clips of the Zach Galifianakis show. Pretending I am not wasting the precious moments of my short life…and then indecently violating my family’s Netflix account. And then writing in my blog! It gives me a semblance of meaning.

Oh no I stubbed my toe

I have recently discovered the breathe of fresh air that is Mr. Hudson, the hip-hoppy ish-new Kanye-West endorsed-British-blond as Lady Gaga- singer. I first listened to the single off his new album “Straight No Chaser”, “Supernova feat. Kanye West”, and liked it. Didn’t see what the big deal was, though. The song grew on me, and as I listened to the rest of the album, I loved it. Then I developed an unhealthy obsession with the track, “There Will Be Tears”. It’s amazing what you can do with talent, rhythm, a good voice, and splashes of autotune. Lines like this somehow sound brilliant:  ”We were trying to move forward love/ but it’s tricky through a brick wall love”; “Oh no I stubbed my toe” . Why is this song so short? Mr. Hudson should be amazingly famous. He has the formulaic individuality package down, with actual individuality to back it up. Or at least he is really good at faking it. Whatever, I buy it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LJa6VbWoLKc&feature=related

In unrelated news, I need to read more. I read The Soloist two weeks ago, and I forgot how much fun it is to read a brilliant book. GREAT read, I suggest it for everyone who loves music and thinks homelessness sucks. Seriously, this novel was frustrating and inspiring at the same time, and I finished it in one day. As usual, instead of reading more great books, I watch a lot of TV. I tend to start watching a lot of shows, and get annoyed a season or two in. Some shows can be extremely frustrating like that. Other shows I finish in a week and wait desperately for new episodes. In the annoying category is Six Feet Under. I really liked this show at first, and dug its HBO shock value and unique morbid quality. But then all the doom and gloom and death got annoying. And I accidently read a spoiler for the third season and quit the show all together. Even though I love Peter Krause, only so much death and lying and drama can be tolerated. The show did not allow new characters in, which I think is really important for any show on for many seasons. When Molly Parker arrived as an earthly beautiful rabbi, I thought, Finally! A new love interest! Rejected. A show I did LOVE was True Blood. I watched the first 5 episodes over a year ago and kinda hated it. I picked up with the show, and by the second season it was brilliant! This show is consistently great now. I particularly loved Michelle Forbes as a goddess of sin (or whatever she was), and that young Danish actor as the 2000 year old Godric. And who doesn’t love Eric? Anyway, I need a new show to occupy me in between working on my personal statement for medical school.