TV is bad...really bad. There's no really good show on, but I watch anyway. I've even branched out into romantic dramas. I basically watch Grey's Anatomy and Six Degrees on ABC, and CSI:Miami, NCIS, and NUMB3RS on CBS.
Grey's Anatomy is a new thing for me...it's ultra ultra sappy, and I'm really starting to get tired of pouting Meredith, indecisive Meredith, stupid Meredith, and all of the other Merediths. I guess I like the show because there's decent acting all around, and there's slightly more depth there than I'd normally expect from so much pointless drama. The Cristina character is fun too...sometimes I wish I were more like her. Six Degrees is a new show on ABC. While it's not groundbreaking, it's not bad either. The stories weave together better than expected, and the substories with Campbell Scott and Bridget Moynahan are really good. The whole show itself is slightly kitschy and sappy, but it's not bad. I like watching shows that pretend to be realistic without actually being realistic, because reality is not all that great and exciting.
Haha...I laugh when I watch CSI:Miami, because I basically watch it because it's so trashy. As many of my friends would say, it's just eye candy. The filters are impossibly bright yellows and oranges, so the show is a overly bright and happy and fake version of Miami (Miami so does not look anything like that in real life). To be on the show, apparently you have to have score at least a 9 out of 10 on the beauty scale of life and look good in either a) swimsuit if you're female or b) flamboyant suit if you're male. It's just a lot of fun to watch. There's a lot of slo-mo shots to enhance the drama and utter stupidity as well as fancy split screens and the like. It's all about what's on the surface.
Anyway, I watch these shows even though they're not that good. It's almost like a fake alternate reality that I can immerse myself in for 45 minutes. That's not good either because let's face it, nothing on TV is real. It's just so much easier to watch imaginary people going about in their imaginary lives instead of actually thinking and doing things in my real life.
Sunday, October 15, 2006
the other side of the fence
To supplement my average stipend, I've proctored a few times the past week. On Tuesday, a professor desperately needed a proctor at the last minute and I happened to be there. Unfortunately, I thought he was a graduate student. I guess he thought that it was a compliment, but he still laughs at me every time he passes me in the hallway. There were only two students, so that was fine, and what was even better was that they weren't allowed to ask questions (weird), so I just sat there and did my homework.
On Thursday, I proctored two sections of another exam. This time, the students did ask questions. 99% of the time, they were just too lazy to read the entire question themselves and wanted me to explain. What the hell is up with that? MBAs. Go figure. At first, I was absolutely terrified about answering questions since I didn't TA the class and I hadn't even looked at the midterm. Then I realized that either they hadn't read the question properly or I couldn't give the answer, so that made things much simpler.
Afterwards, the professor was extremely nice and took us out to eat at an even nicer place. It's one of those places with exorbitant prices that serves miniscule portions. Apparently he'd been a professor here since 1985. Ha ha ha. I guess there is some feeling on superiority when I'm standing in front of a class and I'm the youngest person in the room...it's something that I've thought about before and joked about with other people. Entirely weird, but maybe fantasies do come true.
On Thursday, I proctored two sections of another exam. This time, the students did ask questions. 99% of the time, they were just too lazy to read the entire question themselves and wanted me to explain. What the hell is up with that? MBAs. Go figure. At first, I was absolutely terrified about answering questions since I didn't TA the class and I hadn't even looked at the midterm. Then I realized that either they hadn't read the question properly or I couldn't give the answer, so that made things much simpler.
Afterwards, the professor was extremely nice and took us out to eat at an even nicer place. It's one of those places with exorbitant prices that serves miniscule portions. Apparently he'd been a professor here since 1985. Ha ha ha. I guess there is some feeling on superiority when I'm standing in front of a class and I'm the youngest person in the room...it's something that I've thought about before and joked about with other people. Entirely weird, but maybe fantasies do come true.
Thursday, October 12, 2006
horrible pick up lines
Courtesy of bald guy in bar:
A) So...my best friend is still really good friends with his ex-girlfriend...would you ever date him?
B) My best friend broke up with his ex a few months ago. Do you think he should throw her stuff away or keep it?
To other Asian girl I'm with (3 inches taller and 30 lbs lighter) and me:
C) Are you guys best friends or something? Because you both look exactly the same.
A) So...my best friend is still really good friends with his ex-girlfriend...would you ever date him?
B) My best friend broke up with his ex a few months ago. Do you think he should throw her stuff away or keep it?
To other Asian girl I'm with (3 inches taller and 30 lbs lighter) and me:
C) Are you guys best friends or something? Because you both look exactly the same.
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
thank god for friends
More times than not, I don't believe in God. But I do believe in friends. Sometimes, you just feel like absolute crap, like there's absolutely nothing in the world that will drag you out of bed in the mornings. There's this sinking feeling that slowly moves through your body and finally settles in your stomach. You need to talk to someone so desperately that you can't think about anything else at the moment (do guys ever feel this?).
It's good to talk to someone who'll listen, laugh, and know all of the things that you can't bring yourself to say. It's someone who's been there for you more times than you can count and vice versa. It's a relief when you don't have to think about what you have to say and there's no need to sugar-coat anything. You can count the number of people who you've cried in front of on one hand, and they've comforted you when you were the most vulnerable. I wouldn't trade them for anything in the world.
It's good to talk to someone who'll listen, laugh, and know all of the things that you can't bring yourself to say. It's someone who's been there for you more times than you can count and vice versa. It's a relief when you don't have to think about what you have to say and there's no need to sugar-coat anything. You can count the number of people who you've cried in front of on one hand, and they've comforted you when you were the most vulnerable. I wouldn't trade them for anything in the world.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)