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Paul Walker died. It wasn't an overdose, it wasn't a crime, it wasn’t cancer, it wasn’t suicide, it wasn’t  AIDS... it was an accident.  My first memory of Paul Walker was going to the movies and watching Meet the Deedles .  I can’t tell you who I went to the movie with or the whole premise of the movie, but I can tell  you Paul Walker played a stereotypical surfer dude... and he looked sooooo hot doing  so. I can also tell I remember thinking the movie was horrible, but still, Paul Walker was hot. I then remember She’s All That , he was an asshole jock, but still hot. I shockingly, didn’t remember he was in Varsity Blues , because to be honest, I don’t ever remember watching that movie in it’s entirety, maybe I did-- once.  I get it. Everyone has a right to speak what they want. Just like Maryland has  their crabcakes and football, and that’s what they’re about, free speech is what all of America is about.  Free speech was a very cool thing, but lately it seems to

I’m just coming out of my first quarter-life crisis  that started when I was around 23 or 24. For the past six years this crisis has assisted in me making horrible life choices many of you are well aware of such as, deciding to go to law school, peeing behind dumpsters, throwing up in my mouth and sleeping with anywhere from a few to a plethora of people (just sleeping, cool it, Mom). It was like I didn’t know what I wanted in life, but I secretly did know, but I was terrified at the thought of what I knew I truly wanted coming to the surface because of fear of failure, so simultaneously as I would say I didn’t know what I wanted, I was also saying I knew what I wanted (i.e. law school, and sleepovers). Which ultimately was I knew that what I was saying I wanted to myself and others wasn’t what I knew I really wanted, just something I knew people would want to hear, and knew what I would want myself to hear to seem to be a normal functioning member of society. Deep down I knew wh

The past year or so has made me notice that my best days are the days I wake up with something to look forward to. I know that sounds extremely, horribly so very sad, but tonight's episode of Glee was the reason this week.  Every TV show, every movie I've ever cried during, doesn't hold a candle to tonight's  Glee tribute to Finn/Cory. For this moment it was art imitating life. Here are my thoughts quick thoughts, for now, since I haven't processed that Cory is gone, and now Finn is as well: I will keep it real to you guys, I didn't start to tear until a quarter through  Seasons of Love.   It wasn't until  I'll Stand By You with the help from Darren Criss, who's real life pain about his loss of Cory could be read on his face and in his watery eyes, that I started to bawl my eyes out and not stop until the commercial break. Then it was basically a rinse and repeat until the credits. I can't tell you if this is the best episode of a TV sho

We're approaching it. You know... The   Quarterback . The Glee episode giving a memorial to Cory Monteith's character ,  Finn Hudson. I will be crying and drinking heavily during it. So please brace yourselves for any drunk texts, voicemails or social media updates, that look, or sound like I’m being attacked violently but a bum with a rusty pipe. It’s just me…still grieving. So here , in no particular order, are 12 of my favorite Finn/Cory songs Don't Stop Believin'  FOX and their premieres do something to me. It was this final performance from the pilot that had sign the commitment form that I would be attending Glee come fall 2009. Hello, I Love You I love any performance where Cory is playing the drums, its organic, since he was a drummer and all. Faithfully It's very hard not to love this performance for anyone who shipped Rachel and Finn for the previous 21 episodes. There was the same chemistry from then first did  Don't Stop Beli

Gotta write. I have an urge. Like a heroin addict needs a hit.   Let's see...what to write about... Old School Classics I finally watched the 1967 film  Valley of the Dolls  yesterday. HUGE spoiler alert... dolls mean pills. That's what the 60s were for actors. It was nice to finally see Sharon Tate alive and not her murdered body* which I had never seen because I'm weird  and before then have never seen her other than when I  Googled murdered celebrities of y ester-year and had seen her death photos. She was good in that movie and seemed like she was a really cool lady. Fun Fact: Patty Duke stars in the movie. Oh is that not fun to you? One of her sons is Sean Astin...from T he Goonies...  no? Um...Rudy...Sean was Rudy...from RUDY.... *Charles Manson and his "family" brutally murdered Sharon Tate two years later Government Shutdown As I'm writing this it has already happened. Hey. Hey, you reading this...are you still alive? Phewwww. Good! I

Last night was weird. I had woken up at 2:30 that afternoon, because that is what I do on Sundays. If my feet hit the bedroom floor anytime before 1-130 PM I consider it blasphemous. I turned on E! to get ready to watch the red carpet and then went to make myself a tuna fish on wheat sandwich. I wasn’t worried that the Emmys were running during penultimate episode of Breaking Bad and the series finale of Dexter because luckily they run live on the West Coast so they would be over by 8. You can imagine my stress level when I turned to CBS at 4:59 PM to see a football game on. I started getting anxious, like the anxious that normal people get when they have an interview or they are about to become new parents. I felt the way these people do because I thought the 65th Annual Primetime Emmys were being preempted. Then after 12 minutes straight of commercials the Emmys began. Here’s are some of my thoughts on last night's Emmys. If you're like "Ugh, why does Chandra always

I have this story about me waking up on a friend’s couch yesterday afternoon around 4:30 to find a 30 year old white male, half naked, passed out snoring and bloodied lying on the living room floor with a fractured clavicle, but that’s not my story to tell. This is what I can talk about, the only thing I'm good at besides sleeping, and alienating babies. For the time being, I’m feeling happy, alive, and content with life because today begins my favorite part of September, the beginning of the fall TV season. It's a time to fall in love with new shows and new faces and a time to renew your love with the oldies but goodies. With  Breaking Bad’s  heart attack, ART-like drama (especially last night’s) and  Dexter's  I want to break up with you but I only keep watching because I'm waiting for you to break up with me first drama literally a block or two away from their graves, I'm really looking forward to the comedies to relieve some of the stress brought

It’s almost the UNofficial end to summer. I capitalized the UN because last year I saw people writing on Labor Day that summer was “officially” over, and it burned me to my core, at first I thought it was the tacos I had for lunch, but then after further investigation I realized, the burn was in fact due to the inaccurate use of the word official. I wish I could tell you the majority of my thoughts and concerns this summer were deep and meaningful, but they really weren’t. I’m not saying I haven’t thought Trayvon Martin or Christopher Lane. I’m not saying I haven’t thought Syria and where it is exactly or what the climate is like. I’m just saying there are other things that I think about more often and probably more passionately about. Example: I have thought about the tough Outstanding Drama Series category for the Emmy’s more than what I’ve just mentioned. I’m not kidding you, that category is more Sophie’s choice, than the actual  Sophie's Choice ( because there’s five, not