Man, you know it’s a good commercial when you see it, and you want to buy it even though you know from experience that it's just not that good. I was psyched about the Sonic Gingerbread Blast milkshake for days, and after my mom bought me one, I proclaimed my happiness, but after I had tried it, I found it did not live up to my high expectations. (so many commas.) my high expectations often mess up everything. I mean I know I should have high expectations for life and other random things sometimes, but it sucks when they’re just never met. I could go on about this for quite awhile and complain about my (lack of a) love life, but I will spare you.
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
high expectations
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I like how I am the only one who leaves comments on my own posts… sad. Ok, well I have something to add again—sort of another example along the lines of the aforementioned Gingerbread Blast:
Since I’ve been stuck at home recently (due to the fact that my background check hasn’t cleared), I’ve been watching more daytime TV than I have in quite a long time. Actually, I rarely watch TV at all anymore—don’t even have one in my room this year, but at home I just get so darn bored that I start to pick up the old habit again. Ok, so the point is this: I’ve been watching ER a lot lately—ok really just the last 2 days, and it has really made me want to be a doctor, which of course is ridiculous since I can’t even watch half of the scenes because I can’t stand all the blood. Just another example of the power of TV.
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