In no particular order, of course.
That pretty much sums up my lovely, lovely Saturday. I’m still in my pajamas (and by that I actually mean a white boys’ Hanes t-shirt and pink boxers), and I haven’t really left my room at all. Except to get lunch from the kitchen (leftover Korean food! Chapchae, bulgogi and fried rice from Han Bat). It has been…AWESOME. I haven’t really bummed around like this since summer, during my I’m-all-emo-and-depressed-and-I-have-convinced-myself-that-I-am-heartbroken-and-all-I-want-to-do-is-watch-Grey’s-Anatomy-and-cry stage, so this is a welcome change from the past few, crazy months.
Anyway, how awesome is How I Met Your Mother! I am a little ashamed to admit that I only discovered it recently – and by that I mean, I’ve known about it forever, but never actually bothered to watch. But my love and pride for all things Wesleyan got the best of me…and I only have 3 more episodes to go and I’m done with Season 1 (in a matter of 2 days, really). For those of you who don’t know (and even if you do, you’ll read this anyway) – Ted, Marshall and Lily all went to Wesleyan on the show. Which isn’t surprising, really, given that HIMYM’s creators both met when they were in college at Wes – Carter Bays and Craig Thomas. Woot. Go Wes!
In any case, my I-want-all-the-music-in-the-world self decided to go and find Barney’s Get Psyched mix from the New Year’s Eve episode, and ta-dah!
And then I did some cleaning, and decided that I needed (yes, needed) to watch The City — MTV’s new spinoff of The Hills. The series, in all its scripted-”reality”-TV glory, is about how Whitney Port moves to the city and goes to work for Diane Von Furstenberg and is trying to make friends and she’s dating this hot Australian guy named Jay (who’s rather hot, btw) and she’s all caught between the downtown and uptown crowd, etc etc. Oh, it IS awesome. But, no the point really, is that Erin, Whitney’s BFF on the show, is my friend Chris’ next door neighbor at the Gramercy!! Boo yeah! I believe it was also Erin who caught me standing outside Chris’ door that one night they convinced me to come hang out at 4 am and then subsequently blacked out and never opened the door for me. So I stood there, in all my plaid green pajamas, Wesleyan sweatshirt, pink puffy jacket and…brown leather boots (yeah, no Uggs) glory, waiting, waiting, waiting like a complete moron, banging on the door, as Erin walked out of her apartment (twice, maybe even thrice). I wish I was already watching HIMYM then, then I would’ve known that “Nothing good happens after 2 am.”
Ok. Time to clean. Perhaps listen to N.E.R.D.’s Sooner or Later for the bazillionth time. Clutch vid below. Ciao.
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