So, I stopped writing in the blog a little bit. The original intention behind this guy was to write every day, and it still sort of is the intention... I just stopped after, what, a week?

But I've decided to renew my blog with renewed vigor, and write more about Pop Culture. And My Feelings.

I've been FEELING sad lately, mostly because I live in a new place, and, although I'm starting to make friends on a slightly larger scale than my sole friend the drug dealer (he doesn't deal ME drugs, I swear), I still don't really feel engaged in life, and am prone to staying in on nights when I should have plans, or even when I ditched plans because I felt tired and didn't know anyone at whatever party, and calling myself a loser. When I stay in, I watch Grey's Anatomy.

I started watching Grey's from the beginning when I got back from Nepal. In the month-and-a-half interim between arriving home and leaving again for Australia, I got pretty depressed. This was mostly because all my friends were off at school, I had no job, I was back at home, and I really really missed living in Kathmandu. I started watching Grey's because I wasn't really inspired to do much else, and I had a crush on Justin Chambers, who is a part of the cast. During that month-and-a-half I got through about a season and a half of this show, as well as about half a season of Gossip Girl, and caught up on a lot of Degrassi: The Next Generation (DON'T YOU DISS DEGRASSI!).

And then I went to Australia and came back and had summer with all my friends and loved life a ton. And now I'm in Arizona and I'm watching Grey's again. I'm maybe a fourth of the way through Season 3.

Grey's Anatomy, for me, feels similar to curling up with a book and a hot tea after getting soaked through by a March thunderstorm. It just has that comforting feel. I don't know if it's because Grey's Anatomy has a very muted range of colors (Hospital blues and greens, white and grey surfaces), or if it's because it's set in Seattle. A lot of the scenes just have sort of a comforting feel to them, you know? The hospital locker room, or the lobby of Seattle Grace at night, when it's dark and rainy outside, or the interior of Joe's Bar all have that same closed-in, warm-and-safe feeling that curling up next to a fire with a novel has.

Plus, there's a formula for the plot of every Grey's Anatomy. Meredith, Christina and Izzy, or some combination of two of them, are always, at some point in the episode, found in some area of the hospital seated next to one another, staring blankly ahead of them at nothing. Another character, or one of these three, seats her/himself beside them and also stares ahead at nothing.

Character 1: (dryly delivers a quip about self or s/o, still staring blankly ahead)
Character 2: (dryly delivers a quip about self or s/o, still staring blankly ahead)
Character 3: (does the same)

And then Meredith always has a certain catchphrase or mantra that she sort of repeats to herself throughout the episode. Like "I'm knitting a sweater." And then she just runs with it.
"McDreamy is having sex, So-and-so is scrubbing in on (insert surgery here), and I'm knitting a sweater."

In this instance, "knitting a sweater" means abstaining from sex/distracting self from misery, that kind of thing.

But the show is also incredibly tragic, all the time. It just makes me want to curl up and cry, which, um, tends to be what I do. But it's comforting all the same, even when I'm like "OMG WRITERS OF THIS SHOW! JUST GIVE IZZY A BREAK!"

...yup.

...So thats how I spent my saturday night.