This is the day...
This is it: The day that all the world comes hurtling to a gut wrenching stop only to speed up in a matter of .5 seconds to speeds greater than 178 miles per hour.
That's right.
SEASON 10 JAG PREMIER DAY!!!
Only... I feel like Eeyore (sp?) with no house. Actually, I am Sarah with no TV. I think I am going through JAG withdrawls even though it is still 5 hours away. I don't know if I can handle not completing my Friday night tradition of watching JAG. In fact, I gave serious thought to gouging my eyes out with an old toilet paper roll that I found lying on the ground. Or maybe the moldy jello that is in my fridge. I am just kidding. We don't have moldy jello in our fridge.
I have decided that while JAG is on tonight (from 9:00 pm-10:00 pm Eastern Standard), I will sit in a fire place and pour ashes over myself. Oh wait... I don't have a fire place either. Hmmm...
I think I am going to cry.
Harm and Mac--I love you! It's okay if I am not there to watch the first show. I know that you will be nervous, but it really is okay (shush--I know they aren't filmed live--let me have my fun).
Mattie--You rock, girl! And stop running away from Harm! He is too hot! I would live with him if it wasn't considered stalking.
Jenn--You rock,too. Keep up the spunky personality even though I won't be able to watch you.
Harriet, Bud, and the boys--You all are the greatest.
The "Admiral"--Whomever you are... if you aren't nice to my friends I will have to throw rotten kiwi at you.
Webb--Oh wait... you're dead. Have fun swimming at the bottom of the ocean. I heard theyare making a second Finding Nemo... for what it is worth.
Sturgis--Get the cobb out of your but and act nice.
Gunny and Tiner--Where are you?
Donald--I am coming to CA sometime... hold off for me. You can't have your last season until I at least write ONE episode for ya'll. I know... sometimes I just think I am a good writer and really have no idea what I am talking about. Like now. I have no idea what I am talking about. Although, I do know that "like now" is a sentence fragment and therefore I should be allowed to write for JAG. Plus, I know how to teach hormonal 17 year olds what gerunds, verbals, infinitives, split infinitives, and participles are (all in under five minutes, mind you)--therefore, I am the perfect person for the job. Me and Stephen Zito will get along great!!!
--Bumbed out in VT,
Sarah
That's right.
SEASON 10 JAG PREMIER DAY!!!
Only... I feel like Eeyore (sp?) with no house. Actually, I am Sarah with no TV. I think I am going through JAG withdrawls even though it is still 5 hours away. I don't know if I can handle not completing my Friday night tradition of watching JAG. In fact, I gave serious thought to gouging my eyes out with an old toilet paper roll that I found lying on the ground. Or maybe the moldy jello that is in my fridge. I am just kidding. We don't have moldy jello in our fridge.
I have decided that while JAG is on tonight (from 9:00 pm-10:00 pm Eastern Standard), I will sit in a fire place and pour ashes over myself. Oh wait... I don't have a fire place either. Hmmm...
I think I am going to cry.
Harm and Mac--I love you! It's okay if I am not there to watch the first show. I know that you will be nervous, but it really is okay (shush--I know they aren't filmed live--let me have my fun).
Mattie--You rock, girl! And stop running away from Harm! He is too hot! I would live with him if it wasn't considered stalking.
Jenn--You rock,too. Keep up the spunky personality even though I won't be able to watch you.
Harriet, Bud, and the boys--You all are the greatest.
The "Admiral"--Whomever you are... if you aren't nice to my friends I will have to throw rotten kiwi at you.
Webb--Oh wait... you're dead. Have fun swimming at the bottom of the ocean. I heard theyare making a second Finding Nemo... for what it is worth.
Sturgis--Get the cobb out of your but and act nice.
Gunny and Tiner--Where are you?
Donald--I am coming to CA sometime... hold off for me. You can't have your last season until I at least write ONE episode for ya'll. I know... sometimes I just think I am a good writer and really have no idea what I am talking about. Like now. I have no idea what I am talking about. Although, I do know that "like now" is a sentence fragment and therefore I should be allowed to write for JAG. Plus, I know how to teach hormonal 17 year olds what gerunds, verbals, infinitives, split infinitives, and participles are (all in under five minutes, mind you)--therefore, I am the perfect person for the job. Me and Stephen Zito will get along great!!!
--Bumbed out in VT,
Sarah
posted by Mathilda @ 3:50 PM
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