So, yeah…I realize I haven’t posted anything in like infinity or whatever…but I’ve been busy…watching TV…and working and rehearsing and writing a play and shit. So yeah. That.
But coming back here is like
that moment Nathan realized he could FEEL Audrey’s touch.
I told you I’ve been watching a LOT of TV. Whatevs. My blog, my shit.
Ben Barnes is a absolutely a sex god and should totes bagotes play Gale instead of whoeveritwas they picked.
I would have died if Ben was cast as Gale BUT I have not seen Liam play Gale so I will wait to pass judgement.
If Ben Barnes played Gale, then I would have hit Katniss with a shoe for picking Peeta instead. Seriously, Peeta would have to be played by some David Boreanaz-Josh Jackson-Matt Bomer hybrid about 30 years younger.
Okay, let me rephrase— I LOVE finales. They are so totally kick-ass (especially if you’re Fringe or NCIS or Chuck or…) but I hate the way they make my life meaningless. There’s a span of 2 or 3 weeks where my life has no meaning, except for television. And watching these shows…it just makes me ache for more meaning in my life. Like, why is J.J. Abrams so *&!@ing amazing, or Hart Hanson so intelligently cruel? Why can’t I BE one of them? I want to do something that makes people waste 2 to 3 weeks of their life…but all I’m doing is staring at an empty page…
Damn. I’m kind of a downer, aren’t I?