An hour until the two shows I watch on Mondays: Gossip Girl and Heroes.
The hour (as it seems to come every Monday, just after dinner time) seems to drag on. I have to call this girl from my World Civ 2 class. I have her notes, from one day of class (on Napoleon), and we have a test on Thursday. Damn that French Revolution.
So, I watched Eleventh Hour, and it was decent. It wasn't amazing, but it has potential. I also love, love, love me some Rufus Sewell. Mmmhmmm. Oh, and the girl from Planet Terror, the doctor woman, she is in it. I enjoy her as well. She was hilarious in Planet Terror. Plus, her name is Rachel in the show. Why would I not watch it?
Last night I watched, as usual, Desperate Housewives, Dexter and True Blood. While D.H. was (very) uneventful, Dexter shows promise of its third season (Dexter the vigilante?), even with the coming of a bouncing baby Dex Jr. And True Blood. Oh dear Lord, don't get me started - Sookie Stackhouse is out of her mind, letting that vampire bite her (Although, as L said to me earlier, it was a little sexy).
But.... it was quite a wonderful episode (the white nightgown she wore while running to meet Bill was very Southern Belle of her), and there is no doubt I will watch it again and again until the next episode comes on next Sunday.
This hasn't been much of a "fall break." I've been going through ups and downs of this medicine, and I haven't been able to concentrate on studying at all. It's quite annoying. Today is the second day of illness caused by this change in medication. Maybe I should just stick with my regular meds and just have the tremors. It's not like I'm going to be a surgeon or anything.
I've been sleeping a lot, too. I slept until 2 in the afternoon today. I thought my mother was going to take me with her to Mobile this morning, but she did not. She doesn't have a great sense of direction, and I do... so she called me around 8 something, asking for my help.
Plus, I have a great memory on how to get places, where places are and basically the "lay of the land" in Mobile. Thus, she calls me.
My stomach hurts and it's not getting any better. And we're still 50 minutes from 7pm.
Le sigh.
I read an article about a Russian hockey player who was 19, and he died during a match in his homeland. He had a heart attack, apparently, but there really isn't much else that's known about how it happened. He wasn't bad looking either. It's always more tragic when pretty people die.
I've been trying to start The Hotel New Hampshire, but with my lack of concentration, I haven't been able to get past the first page. Of course, I can't get past the first paragraph of the French Revolution in my history book either. Yet again: Damn that French Revolution. It did cause some good things: such as influencing other countries to be independent, but America pretty much did that in 1776.... way before the French Revolution. Or just upon the start of it.
Ugh.......
My stomach just made a funny noise.
p&l
rachel
1 comment:
The Russian hockey player sort of reminds me in How to Deal (the movie, not the book) when the kid drops dead on the soccer field. Even though he was supposed to die in a motorcycle wreck.
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