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Aaaa! I finally managed to write some type of an ending for Annabelle! I think I'm going to quickly stick it up on fanfiction.net before I change my mind and decide that I really hate it and scrap the whole thing. I don't think I'm ever going to end it otherwise. So that will probably be up tonight. If not, well then it probably never will.
Meanwhile, all four days thus far of my fall break (we have tomorrow off too) have been filled with... House. 11 episodes, to be exact. Ridiculous, I know. Pathetic, even. And the weird thing is... I don't even like medical stuff. My mom is a nurse and, believe me, she tried to get me and my sister interested in the field, but it just didn't work. My sister has a paranoia of all things medical, and I'm hardly exaggerating, so she just won't watch medical shows at all and goes to the doctor only when she has to. And as for me, it just creeps me out sometimes. It's kind of like... once you know all the little things that have to work in order for you to exist, you know how many little things could go wrong. However, I'm really intrigued by this one show in particular. It's not about the cases they diagnose or anything like that. It's about the doctor... Gregory House. Just the whole concept of a miserable, pill-popping, genius doctor with a limp and a bad attitude... interesting, I think anyway. Of course, after I watch some episodes, I'm so sad that I have to think about something else. It's a TV show, I know. Completely fake. But ugh... still so sad.
Dr. Cameron: I used to think you couldn't love anyone. I was wrong. You just couldn't love me. It's okay. I'm happy for you.
Sad, no!?
Stacy (House's ex, and the only girl he probably ever loved and hasn't seen in five years): I'm here because... I need a favor. I need you to diagnose my husband. He's been to six doctors, and none of them have been able to figure out what is wrong with him.
House: No.
Stacy: Why not? Are you that angry with me, after five years, that you can't spend a few hours to diagnose him?
House: No, it's not that. I just don't know if I want him to live.
Or something along those lines anyway. I improvised a little.
But enough about that. I could probably go on for hours if I keep talking about House.
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Tiffany Lea
Meanwhile, all four days thus far of my fall break (we have tomorrow off too) have been filled with... House. 11 episodes, to be exact. Ridiculous, I know. Pathetic, even. And the weird thing is... I don't even like medical stuff. My mom is a nurse and, believe me, she tried to get me and my sister interested in the field, but it just didn't work. My sister has a paranoia of all things medical, and I'm hardly exaggerating, so she just won't watch medical shows at all and goes to the doctor only when she has to. And as for me, it just creeps me out sometimes. It's kind of like... once you know all the little things that have to work in order for you to exist, you know how many little things could go wrong. However, I'm really intrigued by this one show in particular. It's not about the cases they diagnose or anything like that. It's about the doctor... Gregory House. Just the whole concept of a miserable, pill-popping, genius doctor with a limp and a bad attitude... interesting, I think anyway. Of course, after I watch some episodes, I'm so sad that I have to think about something else. It's a TV show, I know. Completely fake. But ugh... still so sad.
Dr. Cameron: I used to think you couldn't love anyone. I was wrong. You just couldn't love me. It's okay. I'm happy for you.
Sad, no!?
Stacy (House's ex, and the only girl he probably ever loved and hasn't seen in five years): I'm here because... I need a favor. I need you to diagnose my husband. He's been to six doctors, and none of them have been able to figure out what is wrong with him.
House: No.
Stacy: Why not? Are you that angry with me, after five years, that you can't spend a few hours to diagnose him?
House: No, it's not that. I just don't know if I want him to live.
Or something along those lines anyway. I improvised a little.
But enough about that. I could probably go on for hours if I keep talking about House.
<3
Tiffany Lea