countdown: three weeks. that's three weeks until summer. three weeks until i am textbook free. three weeks until my days at hays mcconn commence. three weeks until i am officially a senior in high school. most importantly, three weeks until the end of junior year. it's not quite over yet; so, i think i'll postpone my reflection on the year as a whole until i gain complete liberty from the hallways of memorial.
so until then, i'll discuss two of my guilty pleasures. one's old. one's new.
one ::: the gossip girl season finale is this monday. and though this season was sub-par compared to one and two, i'll admit that the past few eps have had me on the edge of my seat.
i mean, Derena round 18?! didn't see that one coming. can't decide if i like it.
jenny. go away. don't come back. ever. you and your horses mane are blinding my eyes.
if blair and chuck aren't together again, don't expect a post for a long time seeing that i will be mourning for quite awhile..
oh and i'll finish with this: it is extremely likely that i will be in paris when leighton, blake, and ed are shooting season four there. nbd. let that one marinade. too bad lana baumgartner is ditching me to go back to tejas.
two ::: i love itskingsleybitch on youtube. his bitter outlook on life is so terribly amusing. such a guily pleasure.
"are we in a sauce drought?!"
"and when you were seriously walking like a sloth two seconds before and now you're a cheetah"
"i'm sittin up in here with all this bipolar weather..."
"it was CLEARLY 103 degrees"
"i hate when you go but a movie, like i did, i got Sorority Row, and then they have it in this stupid ass cover"
"i hate when people give me a card for my birthday that sings to me. because that shit is not cute."
anyway, he blabs on various topics including birds, his zoo visits, the repetition of songs on the radio, the failure of jimmy johns to live up to their superior sandwhich status, bipolar weather, miley cyrus, ke$ha and her feathers, and then some more birdz. check him out. you need a little laughter in your day.