Yes, I skipped Day 23, and no, I won't be making up for it. Neither will you, Lent!Blog! participants. Moving on...
What are you looking forward to in the near future?
"Anticipation...
... is making me late...
... is keeping me waiting."
My friends and I are all educated, relatively sane individuals. None of us have Team Jacob or Edward t-shirts, and we don't generally talk about celebrities as though they're our friends. Then, over the course of the last few years, we've found ourselves saying things like "I want Eric and Tami Taylor's marriage" and "Why is Tim Riggins so incapable of making good decisions?" and "I wish Tim Riggins was real so I could save him from himself and also kidnap him and force him to sit shirtless in my living room 24 hours a day."
The obsession is, of course, Friday Night Lights. Tomorrow, the fifth and final (THANKS A LOT, NBC, FOR RUINING EVERYTHING) season goes on sale and my four girlfriends and I will gather in my apartment to begin watching it together. There will be: tears, fist pumps, many swears when Rigs doesn't appear in an episode, and of course... there will be wine.
In all seriousness, if you've never watched this show, you should. Friday Night Lights has won Peabody awards, both genders can appreciate it, and the casting directors must have found a black hole of actors because the young cast members are both talented and attractive (I'm looking at you, Gossip Girl). This show is seriously fantastic.
1 comments:
So I watched all these when they aired on cable earlier this year.
And I'm probably going to watch them again. The last season is just that good. Actually, they're all that good. But it's amazing. It ends so.freaking.perfectly.
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