crazy bitch. (__pop_r0x) wrote, @ 2009-05-25 22:48:00 |
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Current mood: | annoyed |
Current music: | The Raconteurs - Salute Your Solution |
Jon & Kate + Eight + Fame = Divorce
I just finished watching the season premiere of Jon & Kate plus Eight. This may come as a shock to some of you, or well, the three people who might actually read my journal (including the person who was looking for someone else and accidentally landed in my journal for some annoying reason). I suppose I don't come off as the type that might appreciate a reality television show about a couple with a rocky relationship and their eight, freaky looking children. But. I am that type of person. Mainly, because all the other shows I watch have already had their season finales and I need to find some new shows to watch. Don't get me wrong, though, I've been a fan for a while.
But, seriously, can you say: FUCKING DEPRESSING, JON AND KATE? I mean, Jesus. They've got all these problems going on and their kids are being followed by paparazzi and Jon's out partying with the college girls. Then, in this episode, they're having a party for their sextuplets and its so friggen awkward and depressing to see them together I can't even stand it. Kate's all like, 'WAAA, I'm here. I'm here 100% but I knew that might be our last family picture together so I knew we had to do it.' and Jon is like 'Yeah. I made some bad choices. I'm here for the kids.' Well. Fuck that.
Speaking of couples who have fucked up relationships, my parents inadvertently were forced to invite me to their anniversary party this weekend. They've managed to forget to invite me the past few years, but this time, since my Mom is going stupid, called my phone instead of June's and had to invite me. I didn't go though. I wasn't about to deal with all that. They shouldn't even be celebrating. They stopped being "married" a loooong time ago. Surprisingly, June didn't go either. I think it's because she just got back from house shopping in Atlanta. I don't think she felt like flying back again, but she's usually all about the sucking up, so I don't know.
I've officially gotta be out of here by the 5th of June, and I think I still have a place to stay with (get this!) Rob White! Yeah, the fucking wrestler... or boxer... or whatever he is. I just know he fights a lot. We still have to get together and work out the details, but I feel a lot better knowing I've got an option besides a cardboard box on the sidewalk. I start classes the second week of June, and I've already started working in the library. Those UCLA bitches are perverts. That is all I'm saying.
In the meantime, before I've gotta move out and start being a college student again, Jason and I are setting up a ghost hunting investigation in the apartment. It's haunted. I don't care what anyone says, and I'm going to get proof. Just watch. Also, Jason.. I found an Ouija board. So, yeah. It's ghost time.