Three weeks ago, when I realized in horror that House MD would come back with an episode on the 8th of March, I panicked and almost freaked out! I cannot leave without my House fix, I seriously cannot. I am addicted to it, and it’s probably not Hugh Laurie’s fault (yes it is, for being a damned genius), and I could not fathom my existence without my weekly fix. And finally, I am complete again. And the episode was absolutely splendid.
It’s weird, actually. The episode was about a blogger who was so obsessed with her blog and about writing every little detail of her life in it, that she almost decided her fate according to the opinions of her fans. Can you say WTF? And the sick part is: this isn’t fiction. Maybe 10 years ago this would have been worthy of Sci Fi authors, in this day and age, it is SO believable. I mean, I am writing a blog right now, telling you about it, and if you’re reading, you’ll either comment (please do), or, if you know me, we can always discuss it live. Everyone has a freaking blog these days, and I am all for it, don’t get me wrong, but just the idea that someone would become so obsessed, so linked to it, emotionally, mentally and physically…wow! It just proves how weird things have become since the Internet has basically taken over. I mean, what doesn’t happen over the Internet these days? Wars are fought, relationships are created and broken, you can buy anything and I think anyone (this is still in beta version), you can talk and “connect” with the micro-organisms leaving on keyboards on the other side of the planet. And yes, this is all awesome, but is it really?
I won’t go into the whole “we are Internet slaves”, cos, duh, everyone knows that already. Back to House. The episode was awesome, crazy funny, an interesting medical case and a blast of a side plot in which you find out a very interesting detail regarding Wilson’s past. I won’t spoil it for you, cos you have to see for yourselves, but I’ll just say this: Wilson was my second least favourite character (followed closely by Cuddy’s lame boyfriend, the freak who doesn’t make sense to me whatsoever), but now, he is in the top 5. You’ll see why. Also, the episode is full of good humour, great House moments and social themes that, like always, make you think some time after the ending titles.
This post will be kept short, mostly because I don’t have that much to say, except that my boyfriend has teaching skills that totally kick ass, much better than 90% of my teachers in school (90% cos I am being generous right now). And by saying this, it basically makes him something close to a genius, cos I totally suck at studying and I have the attention span of a fly, flea, or similar inferior insect. Also, every day spent in the university dorm makes me hate it more. He is an unfortunate resident of said dormitory. Last year, when I was just beginning to make friends who were out of town, I found the dorm thing pretty cool (not overly so, but livable). But it is not. Too noisy, either too warm, or too cold, never the right temperature, and you can’t even make out properly in the study hall cos people come there to study, of all things! And they have this freaking obsession with silence. Okay, so I know that sometimes, I get a little carried away and my voice isn’t exactly soft and smooth, but it shouldn’t be my issue. If you can’t stand people whispering (that’s what I call not screaming), get noise-cancellation ear phones and give me a break! So no, the dorm holds no more pleasantries for me. Except Anna’s room, cos it’s a two-person one, and it’s freaking civilized. If my bf does not move to a two-person room next year, there shall be dramatic consequences.
And as a grand ending to my post, a little story on how I won’t be eating at one of my favourite cafeterias in town because of a stupid **** (a four-letter used as a very insulting term towards females; I am trying to keep my blog curse-free, mostly, for the sake of possible Google Ads which will appear when my other admin considers it, or when I force him to consider it; my other admin is Peter and he is in charge with most of the technical details). Anyway, back to the retarded “femme fatale” of the cake shop. Some of my best friends and I were chilling in one of our favourite spots. They have fantastic cakes and pastries, and we were enjoying ourselves, laughing (which is SUCH a crime, we should just cry and moan all the time), and not imagining, not for a second, that our laughs would disturb the edgy bitch behind the counter (who probably had not received the husband’s attention for a few years and therefore, was irritated with life). As we laughed, she chose to pick on Fifi, one of my best friends, for her apparently irritating noises. Well, I’ve known her for a long time and I’ve never been annoyed by her laughing style, I really like it actually. I was shocked and obviously, Fifi almost choked on her cake and I asked the madam if we were not allowed to laugh. She carried on with her rude commentaries. Now, personally, I doubt she will ever read my blog, because I doubt she can read at all, but I’m just gonna say this: Lady, in any other country, we could have sued, or at least we could have called the customer’s service. But here, in this joke of a land, there is no service whatsoever. Well, this is what I wish upon your lovely business. No freaking service. I’ve lived with your meat pies for 3 years, and I will regret losing them, but I would regret having to stand in your company again much, much more. Right now I only regret not making a hell of a scandal, with broken plates and a serious collection of specially designed “blessings” containing words I cannot possibly present here. But if we meet again, I will remember to say them to you. And by the way, your meat pies and cakes CAN be replaced and they will.
This will be all this fine Wednesday (I hate Wednesdays, and, like I said to a friend I saw on the street, I hate every day of the week except for Friday, cos I have no classes then, haha!). I will be seeing you soon. By the way, I am so desperate to get a Notebook Laptop. I’ve figured it should come in handy since I am a student at a computer-oriented university. Maybe. I don’t know. I can always use it for shameless back of the class movie viewing, the cinematic offer being a vast one, ranging from Star Wars to its porn equivalent. I am sure you all know the title of that one, hehe…
