I have no excuse for why I haven’t written lately. This is my first full week off from school, and I have spent the few days not doing much of anything besides watching back episodes of Grey’s Anatomy, which I very much enjoy.
It has consumed my life for the past couple of days. There are 126 episodes of it on Netflix and I have until the 21st to watch it, unless my cousin decides to renew the subscription. I have so far gotten up to episode 42.
Until yesterday, my room was a scattered mess and I didn’t want to live in it, sit in it, write in it. But this still is no reason to not be writing. It was, however, a reason to clean it up–which I did. Then why am I not writing?
Maybe it is because instead of talking about all the new things that have happened in my life–my college life (which is what this blog is supposed to be about), I have just spent about an hour and 30 minutes on Wikipedia reading bios on the cast of Grey’s Anatomy. And I have to say, I’m disappointed. I don’t mean I’m disappointed in the sense that the actors’ lives are not interesting or that their credentials are not impressive, but disappointed because the chemistry that I once thought the characters had on stage does not translate to their real lives.
For example, I have watched seasons one, two, and three; and I really like how the creator of the show was able to acquire a diverse cast. I especially liked the friendship between George and Preston, until I discovered that while these two characters were friends on the show, in reality a series of controversies emerged in which the real-life Preston made insulting references to the fact that the real-life George is gay; that the real-life Derek and Preston had a scuffel; and that the real-life George left the show on unhappy terms.
This is disappointing. This has me really sad. I have other things to write. But this is sad. A very, very sad note to end up on.
Sleep is comming. More to come soon.