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I think it was my good friend Carmen who once said, that it was imparative to watch The OC again on Wednesdays when it airs on FOX. For even though us Canadians get it two days earlier on CTV, only FOX shows "scenes from next week's episode..." (Sometimes CTV gives us that line, but they never end up showing anything). So at 9:54 tonight, I abruptly ended all my MSN convos and rushed to the TV. And I wasn't disappointed... Mister Annoucer voice-over guy: "There are only 4 episodes left of The OC and while Julie accepts a surprise proposal (Cue Marissa: "What? You want to marry my mother?!"), another character could lose their life... - and leave the OC... forever!" Duh. duh. duhhhh. Wow. Wow. I think I am actually sweating a little bit right now.

posted by Tim at 10:08 PM

 
LaToya in the bottom 3?! You have GOT to be kidding me! And why is America hatin' on Jennifer? She is SO good! I promised a friend that I wouldn't diss John Stevens on my blog but (grrrr!) he or JPL should've been booted off tonight... (Sorry Chrishelme!)
posted by Tim at 9:08 PM

 
American Idol. 3 things about tonight:

1. Paula must watch her comments! "Diana, you really know how to blow!" and "Fantasia, I liked seeing you touch those guys!"... what? This isn't Forever Eden Paula! Wrong FOX show!

2. According to a Richard Simmons special I saw once, just standing up and clapping is a great first step towards losing weight. So good for you Jennifer and Diana's moms!

3. Is it just me or is Randy getting really annoying? Your "yo yo yo" posturing is getting old dawg! And that hand thumping chest hand gesture thing? Is that like a ghetto version of what Celine Dion does?

Oh yeah - Jasmine Trias? Aafhadfhagjagsd... ;)
posted by Tim at 9:06 PM

 
I stayed up for this? Janet Jackson said all of 3 phrases on Letterman tonight:

1) "It was an accident."
2) "Can we please talk about something else?"
3) "(giggle giggle giggle giggle)

Dave got it right at the end when he thanked her for coming on the show to "listen to me talk." Hey, but John Mayer was on. And he sang that annoying "a-whoo hoo" song. And he's really tall! And he was wearing a rainbow hoodie (ahem, Joelle!) But still... only marginally more lively than Janet.
posted by Tim at 12:44 AM

 
Wow. Being Jewish sounds fun. Well, not the family rituals or prayers or eating unleavned food or reading from that book or boys wearing that thing on their head part... but everything else sounds fun. (I mean, how great was Summer trying to "out-Jew" Seth?) But then again, I dunno if I'm really cut out to be Jewish... so to speak ;)

But Marissa, Marissa, Marissa. The following is an almost literal transcript of the thoughts in my head during the OC tonight:

I hate you Marissa! You're so annoying!
Stop with the crying already! There aren't even tears coming out faker!
I hate you Marissa! Quit whining and pouting!
Do you HAVE to be so anorexic Mischa!
Eww.. why are you taking off your shirt in front of Enrique, I mean, Ryan?
I hate you and your bad acting!
Stop pushing Ryan away Marissa! You're SO mean!
I hate you Marissa! So stupid!
Omg... Marissa? Are you crying? No... it's not your fault honey. Aww... are those real tears? No no, you can stay wherever you want... You don't have to run anymore... yes, Luke IS a jerk! That's it, go on - give Ryan a hug... he'll take care of you. It'll be okay sweetie...
I love you Marissa!




posted by Tim at 10:59 PM

 
Said to me by a friend tonight:

"When you schedule time for tv, you have to schedule in the anticipation time before and then the absorption time after."

Well said. Well said. This then, explains why, although the OC is only an hour show, it takes me at least another hour before I settle back into writing my paper.
posted by Tim at 8:16 PM

 
Aww... the second most famous rhyming names couple has also called it quits. Mandy and Andy (Moore and Roddick) have broken up... Read about it HERE. Sources say that although Moore is devastated and has sworn off sex, he is still happy Andy Roddick (read the last part of that again... heehee)
posted by Tim at 3:30 PM

 
So this week, it's either a bunch of reruns or figure skating. And so, in keeping with that theme, I've decided to rerun something I wrote last year about figure skating. Enjoy!

Why figure skating is the devil

Okay, I'll admit it. I like figure skating. Wait, let me correct that; I like watching figure skating. You won't find me on the ice perfecting any triple toe loops, but I'm glued to the TV set anytime a figure skating competition or show comes on. It's been like this for as long as I can remember. I mean my whole family watches figure skating! It probably has to do with the fact that Elvis Stojko comes from my hometown or maybe it's the fact that Michelle Kwan is my mom's brother's wife's cousin's daughter. (No really, I swear.) The point is, I watch a lot of figure skating and that has become a big problem...

I guess it all started the night before I had a French test. The first skating event of the year happened to be on and so instead of reviewing my conjugations for "être" and "avoir," I found myself cheering on some 15 year-old skater from Saskatchewan as she unveiled her new short program. Needless to say, I ran out of time to finish my studying and the next day, I wrote my test totally nervous and unprepared, receiving a terrible mark back of... well, you get the picture. Then there was the time I was writing my term paper for English Lit. This time it was a Christmas on Ice special, or something like that. I was getting up every ten minutes from my computer to check out who was performing, and that slowly shifted into getting up every fifteen minutes from my couch to see what I'd written on the computer. I knew something was very wrong when I started incorporating skating terms into my essay. In fact, one sentence probably went something like, "the author loops around the same triple axel of despair, lacking marks for originality and camel-spinning readers into a lutz, their minds iced over by his poor technical merit as if double-twisting slowly toward their death spiral." I vowed never to let figure skating get in the way of school again! Then came the Grand Prix skating finals. I decided to skip my readings (just once!) for this all-important event. The Canadian pairs duo skated amazingly to a gold medal and I was captivated by their performance. Just how captivated I didn't know until I began saying my bedtime prayer… "Dear God, thank you so much for this day and for letting Jamie and David skate so beautifully and for letting Jamie nail her triple jump. I pray that you'll help them perfect their program in time for the Olympics and…" Whoa. That was weird. Not only had figure skating taken my attention away from schoolwork, it had now taken my attention away from God. It had become a distraction, luring me away from more important things. And that was a problem.

I'm really not as obsessive as this article makes me out to be. I mean, just because I watch every single competition and can spell perfectly the name of the Uzbekistani national champion, does not mean I'm obsessed! I just needed to get my priorities straightened out. It also means being focused and disciplined, whether I am writing a paper or doing my daily devotions. 'If figure skating can consume so much of my time', I thought to myself, 'imagine how much better spent that time would be studying?' I would definitely be doing better in school, that's for sure. I wouldn't need a French judge to change my mark. I'd actually deserve it.

posted by Tim at 11:49 PM

 
TV speaks to me. Like not even in a Joan of Arcadia or Wonderwalls way. It just... relates to me so well.

Last night's Will and Grace episode found our beloved Karen and Jack mourning the loss of one of their best friends - Friends (the TV show). The two of them tried various ways to fill the void that Friends would leave after this, their final season. It was so funny seeing them refer to the Friends' characters as real people and arranging to meet in "two hours at Central Perk." It's even funnier to see fictitious characters on TV, talk about other fictitious characters on TV as if they weren't fictitious at all (Did you get that one? Read that sentence over again). I mean, I know Rachel and Joey et al. aren't *real* people, but we gossip about them, yell at their stupidity, try to guess who's hooking up with who, laugh at their faults, y'know - all the things we do to our real friends! So it'll be sad to see them leave. But at least Karen and Jack will still be around!

posted by Tim at 1:32 PM

 
YES!!! Un-jolly green giant is off American Idol! I really really really did not like Matt Rogers (Sorry Emm). He was trying to be funny and sweet and nice when in reality he was mean, desparate and uncool. Stop trying so hard buddy. Good luck breaking back in with your football buddies... I hear gays don't fare so well in professional sports... haha =p
posted by Tim at 10:26 PM

 
There's a reason why I don't listen to country music - it's boring. And getting John Stevens to sing country music is like taking something that's already boring and somehow managing to increase the boringness by like a gazillion times! Zzzzzzz!

But American Idol wasn't ALL bad... I mean we did get to see Jasmine Trias again! And Jasmine is part Chinese eh? Oh man... I love her even more! But did she have to sing Faith Hill's "Breathe?" That song is SO hard to sing! Oh whatever, she's part Chinese and so hot! Who cares what she sings?!

Fantasia was good as usual. And I liked LaToya. And Jennifer looks really good with straight hair (Hey, it did wonders for Kimberley Locke). But again, the three soul sistas are just too similar for me.

That being said... no one else was that good tonight. Matt Rogers is just plain creepy. When he sang the lyrics "baby when you touch me" with his weird pasted on smile, I felt like shielding my child from the pedophile on TV. And I don't even have a child... that I know of... hmm...

posted by Tim at 10:17 PM

 
More stories from the "oh... my... god..." files

(from yahoo.com)

NEW YORK - It's an odd idea for a movie, even for Michael Jackson. "Jersey Girl" director Kevin Smith says he once got an offer to direct the pop singer in a movie about a man who turns into a car that gets ridden around by a boy.

Smith tells Playboy magazine that Jackson wanted to play the car/man role. The proposed title of the film, and Smith says this is no lie, was "Hot Rod."

Smith calls it the "weirdest" script he was ever asked to direct. Jackson of course, is still under trial for accusations of child molestation.

posted by Tim at 1:20 PM

 
I think the OC writers employ some sort of teen soap formula. How else to explain the fact that their characters (although very enjoyable) do the exact same things every episode?! Examples:

1. Ryan gets mad
2. Ryan gets in a fight
3. Awkward moments with Marissa
4. Somehow everything ends up being his fault
5. "Marissa, wait...!"
6. Cue the "Ryan" look

1. Marissa is depressed
2. Summer cheers her up
3. Awkward moments with Ryan
4. Something bad happens with Marissa
5. Cue the "Marissa" look (disbelief/pouty/sad)
6. Marissa rushes out the door crying

1. Summer is ditzy
2. Summer talks some sense into Marissa
3. Summer makes Seth mad
4. Summer says something and we think she's not as ditzy
5. Cue the "Summer" look ("Eww!")
6. Summer is ditzy again

And Seth? One word.. one long word: Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! (Stop talking!)



posted by Tim at 10:13 PM

 
Jennifer Hudson in the bottom three?! Now before you (and by "you", I really mean, "I") get all worked up about it, lemme remind you that Kimberley Locke was in the bottom three during the first round last year too. And of course, Kimberley went on to win... oh wait... never mind. =(
posted by Tim at 12:53 PM

 
Oh Jessica!

From Popdirt.com:

Jessica Simpson committed a gaffe when visiting the White House on Sunday. When she was introduced to Interior Secretary Gale Norton, she gushed: "You've done a nice job decorating the White House."
posted by Tim at 1:47 PM

 
Never study when John Stevens is singing. Never. I nearly lost consciousness tonight. Instead of writing about "ethnic matches" for class, I somehow started writing zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Now Jasmine on the other hand... So the flower on your right ear means you're single eh? I'm single honey... call me! ;) Oh and such a great performance too. Who would've thought she had that in her?

I still don't like Pen Salesman. Watching him shift uncomfortably makes me shift uncomfortably. However, I noticed that I was wearing a very similar looking outfit today to that which he wore last week. You know, the t-shirt over a long-sleeved collared dress shirt thing? Have I been sub-consciously taking fashion cues from a pen salesman? God help me.

LaToya was good too. So was Fantasia. And of course, my fave Jennifer was right on. But somehow, I feel like the three soul sistas will cancel each other out. They're all so similar... right down to the matching black jacket and pant ensemble that BOTH Fantasia and Jennifer wore! Maybe they should just quit now and revive the Supremes or something. Work that Diana Ross hair Jennifer!

I swear I'm not going to write about each individual performance, but George was surprisingly good tonight! Oops, I almost left out an "o" and wrote surprisingly "god" instead.. Come to think of it.. if I had to picture a Black God, George would be dead on! (And by dead on, I mean dead for three days and then rising from the grave).

Everyone else falls under the same old, same old category:
Amy Adams = the new Vanessa Olivarez and Nikki McKibbin = the token spunky one who doesn't make it very far
Leah LaBelle = the new Leah Vladowski = as if changing her last name would make her better! Pssshhh!
Diana DeGarmo = the new Julia deMato = spoiled rich kid coasting on her fashion "style"
Matthew Rogers = the new Jim Verraros = gay
Camille Velasco = the new Mikey Bustos (from Can. Idol) = repping the Flip vote

Can't wait till tomorrow night!
posted by Tim at 10:20 PM

 
I think I'm getting old. Contrary to what this blog may suggest, I feel like I'm a grown up now and miles away from the high school teenybopper I once portrayed.

I came to this realization thanks to a few recent conversations with friends (who when talking about our "high school days" suddenly reminded me how long ago those days were. Can anyone say fruit punch at chaperoned dances?), but also thanks to the Backstreet Boys and 5ive. You see, I was watching the super old repeat of Becoming: Backstreet Boys. Remember? The one where they were re-doing the "I want it that way" vid? Anyway, whereas two years ago I thought they were SO cool upon seeing the show for the first time, tonight, I couldn't change the channel quickly enough! 5 college-aged guys practically begging to be chosen as Backstreet Boys? Trying to copy the specific moves of each of the 'Boys? Singing and prancing in their hotel room bathrobes to "I want it that way?" I had to double check to make sure I wasn't watching "Playing It Straight" - FOX's new reality show. I was watching Becoming: Backstreet Boys and I wasn't enjoying it. I'm totally grown up.

This afternoon, I went with my friend Karla to a used record shop to sell some of my CDs. I hardly recognized ANY of the CDs they had there and I began to fret that this wasn't the place to sell my Enrique Iglesias disc. Anyway, my wandering eyes soon spotted a CD by 5ive and I immediately thought of the Brit-boyband 5ive... Remember? With the song "When the lights go out?" From Hit-list turned Brit-list? I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that Enrique would be in good company. But when I picked up the 5ive CD, I discovered that it wasn't the Brit-boyband, but rather a new age punk band. WTF?

I need to grow up pronto. I'm about to turn 22, graduate and start my career in a year and I don't even know my 5ive (boyband) from 5ive (punk band)! I can't still be re-living my high school days. I need to look forward and start thinking like an adult and a mature individual with refined tastes and discernment. Totally growing up. (Sidenote: Britney concert in three weeks! SO excited!!!) ;)
posted by Tim at 10:50 PM

 
Bad weekend.. so didn't get to watch Joan (waiting to dload), SNL (waiting for tape) or Extreme Makeover: Home Edition (waiting for rerun) so if you see me and you've watched those programs: SHHH!

I DID, however, manage to sneak in some TLC, namely, What Not to Wear and Trading Spaces. I watched a regular Trading Spaces with Vern finally re-appearing! And then I tried to watch Trading Spaces: Home Free, but I got a little confused... I get that they win their mortgage paid off, but that's about all I understand about these "new rules." And did you see the part where Purple Homeowner told off Ty?! "You are spose to be a professional so almost perfect does NOT cut it for me right now!" Whoa. This is definitely not the regular Trading Spaces...
posted by Tim at 10:38 PM

 
Randy Jackson to Leah LaBelle - "Dang girl, you are DOPE!" What'd I tell you? Druggie.

And Pen Salesman got in? He's totally gonna be the new Jim Verarros you know... like the "joke" vote? Or the sympathy vote? Same thing...
posted by Tim at 10:11 PM

 
Whoa. Okay, I just read off a message board that Joshua Jackson (a.k.a. Pacey) just had a baby with an un-named woman!!! Did anyone else hear about this? It was supposedly in a recent US Weekly issue. Emm - check that out for me!

In other star-tling news, The Montreal Gazette reported today that Colin Farrell has his sights set on yet another young starlet. This time, it's... are you ready for this?... Lindsay Lohan! (The 17 year old star of Freaky Friday and the new Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen). Ewwww. Who's your daddy Lindsay?!..... (Cuz he sure can't be happy about this...) Imagine what Lindsay's telling her friends? "Yeah I just broke up with Aaron Carter and now I'm dating Colin Farrell!" That's like going from drinking baby formula to downing a tequila shot... and when I say "downing"... you know what I mean ;) *tequila!*

Finally, I have to say that I've become obsessed with reading Britney Spears tour reviews in anticipation over her concert here on the 4th. Let's just say she "wears" that diamond outfit from the Toxic video. And let's just say that she "sings" her song called Touch of My Hand... uh huh... I think I just drooled a little bit...
posted by Tim at 3:38 PM

 
Okay, I hate to keep perpetuating this William Hung myth and all, but THIS is the best article I've read in a long time!
posted by Tim at 10:42 PM

 
Rule #1: Simon is always right
Rule #2: If Simon is wrong, see rule #1

What a mean mean way to start off the show - Force the contestants to stand in front of the judges, get complimented and then get told that they aren't even going to sing a note. (It's like an old Miss Hong Kong pageant where the girls had to line up one by one in front of the audience and press a button that said "GO" or "EXIT" and then mimic some sort of gracious loser face as they walked off into this dark runway).

But poor poor Lisa Leuschner. She deserved to be one of the wild cards. At least over Elizabeth (my last name is pronounced "Le Tender") LeTendre. I dunno if it was her non-French surname or her tire sreeching voice, but there was nothing special about her at all! And the first guy? Pen salesman? What was THAT about? I had to switch channels during his "routine" because his "dancing" was so, so... absurd. [I had a lecture on the theatre of the absurd today so I feel quite legitimized in saying this]. He's like someone who got a little too drunk and took the stage to dance, but not even at like a fancy club or something. He's like someone who got drunk and took the stage at Peel Pub. As for Leah (I changed my last name from un-pronounceable Hungarian word to) Labelle... I've never been high or stoned, but I'm pretty sure that's how people look like when they're on drugs. Did she not look like an Eastern European Courtney Love?

And Matthew Metzger. He's just sad, really. Paula managed to squeeze a "I like your smile" compliment out of his performance and he proceeded to flash the largest, toothiest, cheesiest smile this side of Miss America. And why do girls find scruffy guys so attractive anyway? Last time I didn't wash my hair for days, went unshaven, worn ragged clothes and tried to flash a smile at a girl, I almost got arrested for indecent exposure. But hey, I guess there's no such thing as indecent exposure on American Idol eh? Just ask Ryan Seacrest.

My picks:
1. Jennifer Hudson (Have I mentioned how cool I find fat black girls with fashion sense and attitude? She'd be cooler if she had one of those names like uh... Shaniqua or something though...)
2. Suzy Vulaca
3. Katie Webber (She IS pretty... pretty ugly without makeup on! Did you see her during her little profile part? It's like that episode of Diary: Christina Aguilera when Christina was waiting to get her makeup done and I swore there was a decomposing body of an 80 year old granny in the makeup chair... and then I realized it was just xxx-tina without makeup on)
4. Fine... I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll pick George!


posted by Tim at 9:52 PM

 
Ahh! My teenybopper side is taking over me! I just found out that Hannah from S Club 7 is Frankie Muniz's co-star in Agent Cody Banks 2! I love Hannah! Check out the site HERE Hmm.. wonder what Rachel's been up to lately?...
posted by Tim at 10:30 PM

 
I didn't cry once during Passion of the Christ but out of the 15 minutes of Extreme Makeover: Home Edition that I watched tonight, I teared up 3 times. I'm telling you, watching poor, sick people get custom built mansions and new cars will do that to you.
posted by Tim at 9:04 PM

 
It's funny, because Passion of the Christ isn't really that complex of a movie. It's a simple re-telling of a story known to many of us. The movie feels simple too; not marred by any special effects imagery or overwrought with tedious dialogue and action. And yet, as we all know, the story that The Passion brings to life, is not simple at all. If it were just another fictitious movie, I would not have had the intense butterflies in my stomach while in line. (I told my friends that it was like the feeling you get right before boarding a roller-coaster - full of anticipation, but a little uneasy at the same time). If it were just another fictitious movie, I know I could've watched it without attachment, without fear, without shame.

But The Passion of the Christ is not a tall tale. It's a true story. And it dares you not to feel moved. I closed my eyes through much of the whipping and crucifixion scenes not because I was scared of the blood, but because I was overcome with guilt. I complain about how much I "hurt" when I can't afford a new sweater, or even when I have a slight stomach ache from not eating... but the "pain" that I feel can not compare to the intense torture experienced by Jesus. I was most affected, however, by the scene in which Peter (a follower of Jesus) denied him three times. Scared of what others would do to him, Peter vehemently denied knowing Jesus and repeatedly denied following him. Ouch. On this day, the tugging I felt in my heart could not be denied. That was so me.

One of my friends MSN-ed me the other day to ask me questions about Jesus, after watching the film. It was quite a surprise because if you know him, he's not exactly the God-seeking type. And yet the film stirred something within him that made him want to learn more about Christianity. I wondered why he was so confused. I mean, much like watching "Titanic," he surely knew how it was going to end! But as we continued to chat, I began to realize what the movie was truly all about - For even though we all know the ending to this "story," there is, in fact, a different ending waiting to be told in each of our lives. The story does not end with Jesus' death. Rather, it begins from there, and we are given the director's cap to decide how the subsequent scenes will play out. If we're lucky, we might just be able to paint a beautiful love story and one that ends not with us witnessing Jesus' death, but with us enjoying LIFE with Jesus forever.

posted by Tim at 11:38 AM

 
In another hark back to my teenybopper glory days, I have started regularly watching "8 Simple Rules..." on ABC. Although this is NOT the reason I started watching (I swear!), Jonathan Taylor Thomas (a.k.a. JTT a.k.a. Rachelle's crush!) is recurring on the show. It's funny because he looks and sounds exactly the same as he did like ten years ago! And he's still just as short!

And yes, David Spade is still on the show. He's been added as a regular character, which is sure to mean regular inducing of gagging from his unfunny and unfortunate sense of sarcastic humour... yawn...
posted by Tim at 11:29 AM

 
So the cultural, musicially discerning me, watched Prince perform on Ellen today. He's so cool! So crazy... but in a soulful way!

Then the teenybopper in me, watched Hanson (yes, Hanson) perform on the Ryan Seacrest show. They have totally grown up! One of them's even married and has a kid! Whoa.
posted by Tim at 11:12 PM

 
Quick, somebody get me a mirror! I think my face is permanantly distorted from all the cringing I did during tonight's episode of American Idol. Like when John Preator "sang," I started feeling bad cuz I thought my neighbour's cat was dying. And I hate cats. But now I hate John Preator more. And George Huff? He was Huff-ing and puffing like he had been given one too many cigarettes in the retirement home he lives in. And poor poor Lisa Wilson. She's the "model" who kept frolicking in the pool instead of practising during the auditions? As if Boobs didn't know what Simon meant when he said he'd never "seen a mouth open that wide before!" She knows exactly what he means... "Lisa, a train could've driven into that mouth," exclaims Simon. "Oh I've had bigger," replies Lisa.

Now my favourite part of American Idol is the shot of the parents right after their kid has finished singing. One second they're clapping and flashing their big smiles at the camera and the next, a frantic look of fear has come across their face as they turn to the right in anticipation of the judges' comments. (Okay, it's hard to describe, but I hope you know what part I'm talking about...) It's also so cheesy how the parents make loud "boo!" noises immediately after Simon says something. It's like they're twelve years old all over again and they think booing will make a difference.

Anyway, my picks: Susie (a.k.a. Sarah Taylor a.k.a. the new muchmusic VJ... check out the link, the ressemblance is uncanny) and Jasmine because she sorta looks Chinese and because she had a flower in her hair.

posted by Tim at 9:22 PM

 
Huh?

So lemme get this straight... Larissa's ex is Fabio and therefore it only makes sense for Gill to go into a rant about us "being in his shoes" and leave her by herself on a tropical island? And after months of agonizing suspense, Average Joe 2 ends with the words, "shame on me, shame on me" from Larissa? I don't get it. So what if Fabio's her ex. He's like senior's home Tarzan. And besides, did Gill neglect to hear the "ex" part of "ex-boyfriend?" Whatever, he was totally just using the show to get his 15 minutes of TV time. Stupid guy though... He rejected Larissa for the lamest reason! No, check that. He's just stupid for rejecting Larissa.

I don't feel THAT bad for Brian though. He was all "This is a dream come true" and "It was the most magical moment ever" and "this was an experience I'll never forget" and "I was the happiest guy in the world...." except he wasn't talking about Larissa, but rather about his autograph session with a Boston Red Sox pitcher in Fenway Park! Not even Pedro Martinez mind you, but Tim Wakefield - a knuckleballer. Again, how stupid is Brian for favoring a Baseball team over a hot girl?! Meh, kinda makes sense that the knucklehead would choose the knuckleballer.
posted by Tim at 11:12 PM

 
If you ever find yourself with nothing to do on a Monday night, you are very welcome to come to my place during The OC and watch my eyes roll. As soon as Kirsten said that there would be a party at her place, I knew what that really meant: Fistfight involving Ryan. I go to tons of fancy dinners and I've NEVER seen a fight break out... ever! (Granted, these "fancy dinners" are weddings and/or church events so I suppose I shouldn't hold my breath).

Anyway, enough about the lamer than lame OC plotlines, let's get to the important stuff: The outfits! Has Summer not worn that red polka dot dress before? And Marissa her black spaghetti strap? They're not Ryan. They don't hafta wear the same thing more than once! Finally... I swear.. to.. god that I was going to buy the green with white stripe polo that Seth was wearing tonight when I stopped by Abercrombie during my spring break in New York! I searched through every rack for it after seeing it on a mannequin but they didn't have any left. I even asked 2 salesguys to look in the backroom for me, but nada. (Eventually I had to settle for the white with green stripe polo instead). But can you believe I almost wore the same thing as Seth Cohen?! And to think I got so worked up earlier about almost wearing the same thing as Micah Chan! Psshh..
posted by Tim at 10:10 PM