Another Random Observation

Outside of the music hallway is a bright patch of green grass. Of course the ugly brick isn’t much of a spectacle and neither is the car filled road/pavement. I was trying to get some homework done. Naturally with the heat filling my head I zoned out and began to watch the parade of people coming from the school doors.


It should be mentioned that it was in fact people watching and not creeping. There is a difference! Anyways the main people that use that doorway are the wacko music kids (I really love them) and teachers. I guess for me there really isn’t anything more fun than teacher watching. Occasionally said people can be perfect targets for anything from the fashion police to psychiatrists.

This is why I was fairly surprised when I saw teachers emerging who I had for class. Equipped with kind of chic tote bags and they were engaging in adult convos!

I think it is physically required that teachers have multiple personality disorder. This isn’t a bad thing for most of them. Unless their alter teaching ego is a very annoying thundercloud over my day. I like most of my teachers. This year anyways.

It just struck me as odd the different look these teachers had outside on their way home. I mean it could have been the sun because it is no secret that the inside of schools has the brightness of a basement. Some teachers even put colored or black paper over windows. What kind of a sense does that give students? It gives the impression of a darkness worshipping cult or an eccentric prison.

So with this weird sense I have come to the conclusion that while you can tell a lot about someone by the way they teach, a better indicator is what they look like leaving the school. Lets be honest some of them may hate the school as much as the average kid. Plus we kids need to give some teachers breaks. I was under the impression that if my least favorite teacher walked outside she would burst into flames like a vampire or a gremlin. While this is not necessarily true I still have my suspicions

Yugioh Makes for Interesting Conversation

My prietenu (Romania for friend). Horatiu is one of my best friends. He also happens to be quite the oddball. It would take a whole novel for me to explain the many intricacies. This is not the point. The point is that when I’m with him I feel like a human being. For all the teenage girls out there you know what I mean. I don’t think the word objectify is even in his vocab.
Smack dab in the middle of the lunch room. Catching the stares of all who happened to walk by and the laughs too. We were playing Yugioh in a school setting. Social high school politics genocide.

However when you are around the people you love you really do stop to care. I wasn’t thinking about what that particularly tiny freshman was saying because I was too busy worrying about my red eyes dragon. You see Horatiu is a tremendous card player. The match was a little un-even. He ended up letting me win though in typical sly friend fashion. I mean I am the epitome of terrible at strategy games. When I collected Yugioh cards as a young girl I built my deck based on cuteness. Time wizard was always my favorite.

So in a way I think I passed a very secret and intimate test constructed by my Romanian buddy. It was almost like an initiation. Then I really started to enjoy myself. I was stumbling through trap card etiquette and attacking formation like a major beginner. He always cheered me on though and took care to stop and fix my many mistakes.

There I was laughing like a hyena when the group of kids tried un-successfully to insult us secretly. Upon my laughter Horatiu joined in taking a sigh of relief that I didn’t want to discard him like a 4 week old sandwich. I mean what do those kids have on us? 50 dollar shoes??? I value the friendships I make and how dare they try to get in on that. I was dueling for goodness sakes.

Through a simple card game I became better friends with a guy who I almost barely understand. He is meticulous and kind. Though he doesn’t quite know how to show it. Sure he hints to friendish commitment but for an open girl like me it often isn’t re-assuring. I am learning! I mean come on I used my red eyes dragon to wipe out his one monster thingy that kept summoning stuff from the graveyard. It’s not just game improvement its friend and character improvement.

Meat Jekyl 10x23

The final hour of the tenth season was jam packed with suspense and typical CSI-esque tricks.


The Case: DR JEKYL. The reclusive serial killer with a liking for the surgically weird. He almost treats the human body like some sick twisted artists canvas. Anyways part one of the finale ended with Haskall calling Langston and claiming that he knew exclusively who jekyl was. So in this weeks episode as Brass put it "They got him a limo like he was Paul Freakin McCaurtney". Most of the jekyl game of cat and mouse centered on Haskall and his physopathic whims. All of which included rare steak and a stripper. In turn he really didnt offer up anything but trouble. He never told them the restaurant where he initially met the Doctor but instead eluded to the surroundings. That small peice of could be a lie could be the truth info led the CSI's to a closed down italian restaurant. They were all dressed in black clothes with black shades, so they looked like some kind of SCI-FI secret police. On the wall of the food place was all of the previous victims who all seemed to be in a good business standing. The gray metallic human blood covered operating table in the back was even more interesting. Ok so he fit the serial killer persona officially now. Creepy place of origin...check. Connections to other serial killers...check. Finally a shy awkward look.....check. However Jekyl started to get very very cocky. First it was the package that was sent to Langston from his father who was dead. After close examination it was only his badge but it could have been oh so worse. Then came the meat which had eerie links to DaVinci and some type of vein surgery. This was the discovered mode of death. With a little tool the surgeon goes in through the groin (ouch) and draws clots out of a nasty vein. An examination of the meat (Hodges and Wendy) and IRS records led them to the final showdown arena, a high end eating establishment.

The Characters: For the average CSI fan this episode nearly brought out the tears and the old nail biting habit. I mean Nick seriously looked dead after Jekyl shot him with a really big nasty looking gun. Of course our beloved texan made it alive, I mean come on he was trapped in a box underground once for goodness sakes. Im still trying to figure out where the rumor came from that significant blood would be lost by Catherine. She was fine...the whole episode. The closest she came to danger was the old guy smoking a cigar who looked a bit greasy. Langston however looks dead. I say that without much emotion because honestly I dont think the writers would have chosen to kill him off at this point. Plus his contract has been reknewed for season 11. So um cliffhanger fail. While he wasnt in peril from a back wound I think he did some pretty out there investigating. CSI's are trained to notice details afterall but the kind of things that guy found out from the meat was astonishingly brilliant. Hodges and Wendy had some little moments. Ausiello the spoiler guru said we would know about their relationship. They seemed to be chill but dating thats a very big maybe. Im going to wait and see. Then there is Haskall who is needless to say creepy as anything. I love that actor because he really plays pyshcopath pretty phenomenallly.

Favorite Parts of the Episode:

Meat: Gotta hand it to Jekyl he was a clever creative guy

Food Scene: When it was all the victims through Jekyl's eyes. Bernard second victim fainted at the table. haha.

Haskall: With Brass hilarious. Drawing Langston on the computer haha. Just in general a creepy yet entertaining addition to the episode.

Hodges and Wendy: Breif and possible dating good enough for this die hard wedges fan.

Nick: Not only did he shoot Jekyl but he acted dead through the pain of a shotgun wound.

Cliffhanger: Hes ok. Still a clever way to end the episode.

Henry: Always cute and he seemed to be in this one a lot.

Brass One liners: He really hates criminals doesnt he?

I really enjoyed writing these reviews for all you CSI fans. :) Have a great summer.

Loving TV more than a teenage boy.

No you see I just can’t love you. It would be impossible ya know? I mean you aren’t anything like David Hodges. Yes I know he is a fictional TV show character….but he is the man of my dreams.




There is epidemic sweeping through our youth. I would like to personally call it TV-character-insational-love-itis. Typically in young age dating is supposed to be a natural world ending drama fest. Now girls and some guys are getting their love fix from the TV. Yes that’s right at this very moment your son or daughter could be drooling for a completely made up persona. This is obviously affecting other aspects of their lives.



When it comes to dating, there are certain expectations one naturally has for the other sex. However when these expectations become identical to a person on TV….one should begin to worry. I mean how can I find the everyday David Hodges. The perfect mixture of all the right stuff to create the ultimate narcissist with a secret heart of gold. Mmmmm….damaged men *faints*.



If you ever happen to catch yourself comparing a dating prospect to a fictional character I think its time for a psychological evaluation. Being a fan girl= a lonely life filled with cats. This is the same thing I have observed with big vampire movie blockbusters and hot sweaty emotional singers in bands. Normal school boys just don’t measure up.



A really sweet guy won’t fare well in this environment. For example take Dr. House a relationship toxic man who seems a lot better than my first period AP Euro class pick of the litter. But why? Honestly it’s not the glitz of the TV because even when that man was hugging porcelain from a Vicodin habit….he was hot. David Hodges is a textbook example of narcissism, however if I ever happen to meet a fellow like that I almost can guarantee marriage.



Girls like me need to start lowering their standards. Let’s face it we can never get that bad boy full of problems persona. Something odd about me is that I like being pursued by damaged multi-layered older men. (Robert Downey Jr.) This makes me completely un-dateable. Young pubescent boys just have officially lost their charm. Time to plan the rest of my life around a Chinese take out menu and my mother.