Day 10: House, M. D.

Ah, House, M. D. The beloved TV show of many, and one of the few left on FOX worth watching (since 24 is now going to the silver screen where they can finally do what so many have tried to do in years past: kill Jack Bauer [and yes, he is going to die in the film. They have the script ready]).

I was busy procrastinating from my online classes and I decided to watch an episode of House, since I hadn't finished it. In short, I watched 3, including the season finale. All I have to say regarding the season finale so far as season finales go, wow. No, it wasn't as good as 24's SERIES finale, but it was a very good season finale. Kudos to the screenwriters (excepting the cheesy dialogue right at the end, which was cheesy and not cheesy at the same time. I think they could've done slightly better, but it was brilliantly acted and directed, so it all worked out in the end).

We all know everyone love's Dr. House because he's a complete jerk-face that's usually right, no matter how much he mocks his patients, fellow doctors, supervisors, and his live-in friend who no longer works with him, yet still chooses to put up with him. Despite him being a total jerk-face, there are those that still care for him, namely his supervisor Cuddy and Wilson, the live-in roommate. Eventually during said finale, Cuddy get's on to him for. . . well for being the House we all know and love. I'll be the first to testify, in the Stendhal-ian philosophy, that if you prize a woman above all earthly things and she starts deriding you for being a bitter, old, cycnical man, and then challenges you to examine your life to find what she describes as nothing, well nothing can hurt more. The chomping order in such situations woman (or man, depending on gender)/ - parents - close friends - Facebook friends. In this case, it came from the very top - woman of your dreams, in the figurative sense. The sudden change that you see in House was astounding.

And it's what I've been aiming for. Thankfully, the dream I dreamt last night was perfect so far as using the girl of my dreams (figuratively and literally) to spur me on, and I'm quite sure I possessed this whole train of thought for a long time, which makes sense seeing as how last summer was cool, and this summer isn't (to now). It's all simply a matter of choosing to follow this train of logic and letting it be the standard. Easier said than done, you would think, but this morning has been really easy. The implications aren't the best, but I've let go of the past completely.

I'm sorry.

Next blog will be a shameless plug of Constant Seas. Day 12 will be special, I promise. Until then, farewell.

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