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I'm not really all that addicted to reality television. Admittedly, I usually watch one, maybe four, shows per day. I'm not an idiot and I'm definitely not addicted, though. I mean, I know these shows are no where near being close to reality, but I don't care. They're entertaining as hell. Where else can you spend an hour watching six women mentally bitch slap each other and secretly suppress their lesbian tendencies while competing to be the maid of honor at their "best friends" wedding? You just can't get that kind of drama anywhere else!
The women, I swear, reminded me of drooling puppies, eagerly watching their master (the blushing bride) dangle a treat (the opportunity to become the maid of honor) in front of their botoxed little faces. It's disgusting, but I couldn't stop watching. You know, secretly, she knows which one she really wants to be the maid of honor, and she's just going to be even more pissed off on the wedding day when she has to stand next to her cuter, younger sister instead of the fat friend she eliminated because she didn't pick out the cutest bridesmaids dress. I think the best thing about shows like these are watching friendships being torn apart by lie detector tests. It really doesn't get any better.
I made dinner tonight for Sam and I, in attempt to get back on his good side. He's upset because he's got to stay with a babysitter this week while I finish up at school. I've got to clean my room, take inventory of some things and get stuff ready for August. I don't know what he's so angry about. He loves staying with Julie. She's got a six year old, Jeremy, who owns eight different game consoles. I, personally, didn't even realize that many even existed. Then again, I still own a Nintendo 64, so I suppose I shouldn't pretend like I'm surprised that things have been updated a little. I made pizza rolls and mac & cheese. Sam's favorite.
We're about all moved in, now. I counted this morning and I only have seven boxes left. Most of them are movies and books that I've been too lazy to put up on shelves. Maybe I'll get around to that next weekend when Sam's gone to his Dad's. I'm planning on getting the border Sam wanted for his bedroom and putting that up. It's got spaceships on it. He's on a space kick right now, which is quite interesting with all the buzz about aliens in Colorado. I've always kind of wondered if Sam was an alien. We'll just have to wait and see if he starts talking about phoning home or something.
Other than that, this update was just a ploy to avoid doing the dishes. I suppose I could keep watching this show about The Running of the Brides. I must be stuck on some bridal channel or something, which is all together nauseating to me. I think dishes sounds like the lesser of the two evils.
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