Soooo apparently the Deep Thought Fairy decided to dump a truckload of sparkly dust on me this week, and since I have looooots of time for blogging, I went with it. However, today’s post shall be a composite of some of my favorite TV show quotes, a short update, and whatever else pops up.
From Grey’s Anatomy:
Alex: Why are you helping me after what I did?
Izzie: [pause] ‘Cause it’s what Jesus would FREAKIN’ do!
Derek [to Alex]: You know, you might want to leave, before I change my mind and let her beat you to a pulp with her tiny, ineffectual fists.
Dr. Bailey [to Derek]: I know you think you’re charming… in that talented, neurotic, overly moussed hair sort of way.
Derek: [to Addison]: It’s just too early for me to interpret girl flip-out into normal conversation.
Dr. Bailey [to interns]: I may be forty-seven weeks pregnant. I may be on bed rest. I may not be able to see my own feet. But I AM Dr. Bailey. I hear everything. I know everything. I’m watching each and every one of you. And I will return.
Meredith [to Derek]: I love you, in a really, really big, pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a radio over my head outside your window, unfortunate way that makes me hate you, love you.
Cristina: The clinic has a policy. They wouldn’t let me confirm my appointment unless I designated an emergency contact person. Someone to be there is case and….to know help me home after. Anyway I put your name down, that’s why I told you I’m pregnant. You’re my person.
Meredith: I am?
Cristina: Yeah, you are. Whatever.
Cristina: He dumped me.
Meredith: [puts her arm around Cristina]
Cristina: You realize this constitutes as hugging.
Meredith: Shut up. I’m your person.
Mark [to Derek]: I didn’t come to Seattle for Addison, I didn’t come to Seattle to be chief. I came to Seattle for you, okay? I came to Seattle to get you back. [awkward pause] I know, I wanna take that back, but now it’s been said…
From Gilmore Girls:
Rory: I’m going to a serious school now. I need serious paper.
Lorelai: Paper’s paper.
Rory: Not at Chilton.
Lorelai: All right, fine. Here is your serious paper.
Rory: Thank you.
Lorelai: Oh, and here are your somber highlighters, your maudlin pencils, your manic-depressive pens.
Lorelai: Now these erasers are on lithium, so they may seem cheerful, but we actually caught them trying to shove themselves in the pencil sharpener earlier.
Lorelai: Why should we date?
Max: Because we’re attracted to each other.
Lorelai: I’m attracted to pie, but I do not feel the need to date pie.
Luke: The truth hurts.
Lorelai: No, you know what hurts? Having a screwdriver jammed in the back of your head.
Emily: [So] you were on the phone…
Richard: Long distance.
Lorelai: God lives in London?
Richard: My mother lives in London.
Lorelai: Your mother is God?
Lorelai: So, God is a woman.
Lorelai: And a relative! That’s so cool. I’m gonna totally ask for favors.
Richard: Make her stop.
Lorelai: Do you know how to make coffee?
Christopher: Yes, I do.
Lorelai: My coffee?
Christopher: One bag of coffee per cup of water, right?
I’ll make this short. My parents are not going to the US. I am going to the US on December 24th, meaning I will in fact be eating Christmas lunch on the Heathrow airport. Huzzah for onion rings. This will be a) my first completely solo, non-parent, non-tour group international trip, b) the first return trip to the States that will not be consumed and ruined with school obligations, and c) an epic trip of awesome wonderfulness.
I still haven’t heard anything about my place (or lack thereof) in res, but UCT keeps sending me orientation stuff, which means they really did accept me and that it wasn’t just some clerical error. Whether I get into res or not, I have to be moved into Cape Town by February 1st because orientation starts the 2nd, registration is the 9th, and classes start the 11th.
I think that’s it. Oh yeah, and I just ate my weight in almond shavings. This doesn’t sound all that significant because it’s not. I’m stopping to smell the coffee.