Once more, with feeling

Normally, when it comes to Fridays, I prescribe to The Cure's days-of-the-week opus.  According to Robert Smith and co, Monday's blue, Tuesday's grey and Wednesday's too and Thursday, he doesn't care about you, but when it's Friday, he's love. On most occasions, I totally concur with this declaration of love for all things Friday. I mean, think about it, it's the start of the weekend and you've still got that hope that the next three days will turn out to be the time of your life. You're jaded but it's a sort of ignorance that is blissful in context (perhaps, that's where the phrase came from?).  Fridays also seem so far away from those happiness corrupting Mondays so no matter how bad your week has gone, you can't help but think that for at least this one night, things will be peachy keen.

Although I love to love the first day of the weekend, I am finding it hard to feel fond for this particular Friday. I'm being way melodramatic but hey, I just watched two episodes of MSCL and every time I hang out with Angela, Rickie, Rayanne and that infamously invisible Tino character, I can't help but be uber introspective and angsty. If I had my own Jordan Catalano though, perhaps I could kick this habit. This is a heads up to anyone who’s got an extra blue-eyed pretty boy with a penchant for leaning and who finds that it hurts to look at things on their hands. I'll take him over for you. Free of charge.

(I'VE GOT A FEVER AND THE ONLY PRESCRIPTION IS MORE CATALANO. STAT.)

Anywhos, so you must be wondering what it is about this Friday that's driving me to have delusions about mass produced Jared Leto characters. The answer is simple: nothing. Now, I know that seems stupid but I don't mean it as in like not a thing is bothering me, because quite frankly, why would I be writing this blog about something as boring as that? What I mean, is it's the fact that I am literally doing nothing that’s driving me cuckoo for cocoa puffs. Over the course of this week, I had visions of capping off what was an extremely busy and stressful week (First TV assignment! Pop Lit mid-term! Early morning work shifts! Thanksgiving dinner!  Driving Instructors with short-term memory loss!) with some a warm bag of radioactive popcorn and some T.L.C. (totally loverly cinema). However, right now I remain at home in my living room staring into my computer screen. Can you say lame and a half?

I know my ranting is slightly juvenile, but seriously, I haven’t really been out for the past few weeks. In fact, I don’t think I’ve seen a movie for a full two weeks! That might sound ridiculoso to you but being the certifiable movie addict I am, I usually hit up the Cineplex at least once a week. To give you some sort of perspective, going full weeks without one movie going experience for me is the equivalent of depriving a pack-a-day smoker of their nicotine fix. I’m serious. It’s that bad.

I would stay and write on but I have just found the one thing that might curb my T.L.C. craving. I’ll give you a hint.  It involves some very creepy crabs, Alec Baldwin, Winona and that “Day-O” song. Perhaps there’s still IS room for love on this lame excuse for a Friday.