We live in a sick world.

As a part of my Monday marathon of ABC programming, I tuned into The Bachelor tonight for the first time in years. YEARS. I noticed that it's the exact same set up as it was the first season, except for one thing. The previews.

There is footage of a girl in a white dress, weeping her soul out. Just one of those all-out, snotty nose, puffy eye, red-faced cries that you never want anyone to see. Yet, this poor girl has her meltdown being broadcast across the country. To add insult to injury, the announcer says at the end of the commercial, "Tune in for one of the most dramatic exits in Bachelor history...You don't want to miss this!!"

I'm hoping for the world's sake that there's going to end up being some twist, like that her cat died or something. Or maybe it turns out that she's a big whore who should be kicked off anyway to preserve the show's "integrity." I don't know...I guess that's too hopeful. I just think it's sick that their marketing strategy is to exploit this girl's heartbreak.

The even sicker thing: I'm actually watching it to see what happens. [Insert shameful head shake here.]

Confessions of a 40-year-old lame ass

What has become of my life? Here I sit, finishing up a night filled with ABC network programming, a boatload of graded papers, and a homemade panini. I know I just turned 24, but I feel like I just crossed over the hill...and I'm speeding recklessly towards the bottom.

Tonight, I tuned into the quality show of Dancing with the Stars. I didn't think I would ever get into that show. But whether it was watching it habitually with my favorite aunt and uncle or simply a lack of better options, I have been watching this show weekly to see whose Paso Doble will kick the pants off of whose Viennese Waltz. I'm not sure who I should cheer for on this show yet. Scary Spice (Mel B.) is a crowd favorite, but that Jane Seymour is so damn graceful. God, that's so pathetic I just cried a little while typing that.
Immediately following Dancing with the Stars came a brand new show called Samantha Who? It's about this woman who gets hit by a car, thrown into a coma, and wakes up with a serious case of retrograde amnesia. This sends her into a world she knows nothing about surrounded by people she can't recall. Slowly, her previous "life" is revealed to her through a series of encounters with random characters. I must admit, some parts were (surprisingly) funny. (i.e. Samantha pulls a very small mini dress out of her closet and says, "OH GOD! I have a daughter??" Boyfriends just shakes his head. )

This made me start thinking...what has become of my life? Just a year and a half ago, I was living it up with the best of friends almost every night. Screw school! Screw studying! Screw being financially responsible! It was all about having the best time, all the time. And now what? I am confined to living a bland life of monotony. Same routine every day. Though, I must admit, the students keep it interesting every now and then. Or is it only interesting because my life has become that mundane? Sigh...with that, I'm going to go to bed...at 9:55.