When I fail all my courses and become a juvenile delinquent, send Hugh Laurie to my garbage can to be unshaven and snarky at me and I shall consider my life a success.
Hey! I'm watching Camille Claudel. I enjoy (a) the name Camille (b) the art and (c) references to Rimbaud and/or Hugo and last but not least (d) all the naked.
There weren't bags. More subtle. A little like He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not in inspiring SHEER HORROR AT THE OMG DISINTEGRATION OF wah, I'd still see it if I were you or Art; it's very well done and interesting, also with the historical personages and art and poetry and things. Nevertheless I don't want to go to bed right now. :(
Ah yeah! I'm such a Hugh Laurie fan (more of a Stephen Fry fan actually, which lends itself to Laurie fandom). I couldn't believe it was Hugh when I first saw House (As in... Since when was Hugh Laurie an American with a non-squeeeeeeky voice? In fact it only really hit me in an episode the other week where he adopts a British accent on the phone, to fool another doctor). I love medical based drama that is not ER.
I know! I sat through the whole first episode half-expecting him to break into some sort of moronic monologue about stockings (the third series of Blackadder having left an indelible mark upon my upbringing).
House is my idol. Probably an unhealthy one, but I don't care.
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I needed to share.
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This running update brought to you by: Ji can't watch a movie without motoring off about it to a hapless bystander.
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Done now.
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What the fuck.
Love, me.
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ohgod
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*so helpful*
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House is my idol. Probably an unhealthy one, but I don't care.
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Also, OMFG HOUSE WAAAAANT.
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*sniffs glue*