Too Much to Do!

It's already Friday. Four days after the last episode of Greek. And it took me until last night to watch the episode. I also had to watch the second episode of Glee, and the second season premiere of 90210. And I'm trying to sit through the new Melrose Place, but it is so painfully melodramatic, that not even Kostos' adorable spooning with Jessica Lucas (from Life as We Know it, She's the Man, and like two episodes of 90210) can make it watchable. Like seriously, as soon as Ashlee Simpson (apparently Simpson-Wentz now) shrieked, I couldn't help but cringe. And I am someone who managed to sit through Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen, so that's saying a lot.

My point is that there has been crazy amounts of tv and premiere week is stressing me out! But I can't believe I'm complaining about it, because few things make me happier than the return of all my favorite shows. I am dying to write about 90210 and about Glee, but I have pledged my allegiance to Greek, and here I am to bring about my weekly Greekap.

Rusty and Jordan have still not had sex. It's weird for tv couples to wait this long to have sex, but I think that it's pretty normal in reality, so I'm proud of Justy for holding off.

I can't exactly say the same for Dale, who is totally miserable post-coitus. He is trying to seek penance in any way possible, including a potential conversion to Catholicism. Cappie sticks by him the whole time, trying to take his mind off of their "shared girl," Casey. I'm sorry, but Dale's casual insistence that he and Casey had something together legit cracks me up. And dear Cappie just goes along with it.

One of the ways that Cappie and Dale try to distract themselves is through their little book club. I really appreciate that they never say the title, My Sister's Keeper, and just expect you to know that the Jodi Picault book where one girl doesn't want to give up her kidney is in fact My Sister's Keeper. I think I'm into Jodi Picault lately. I read the aforementioned My SIster's Keeper (and saw the painfully sad/painfully bad movie) and The Pact and really loved them both. Cappie is too, since he clearly finished reading the book, as he gave away the ending! I actually couldn't believe it. It's okay to give away the ending to The Sixth Sense at this point, because it came out 9 years ago and the entire universe has seen it if they wanted to, but My Sister's Keeper has managed to keep its ending fairly unknown. So tsk tsk, Cappie. You should know better.

I guess the main thing of the episode was the whole Rebecca telling Ashleigh about kissing Fisher/Hunter/Gatherer thing. Rebecca was hilariously clueless the entire time. Like she is so new at this whole friendship thing, that she sort of just makes it up as she goes along. Like when she tells Ashleigh that Casey knew about the indescretion, just so that she can share the blame with someone else. It was great. Also, when Ashleigh forgave Casey and they hugged it out, and Rebecca asked if they were making up yet. It was brilliant.

I wasn't into the whole father/daughter storyline. It didn't make much sense to me that ZBZ would have a weekend just for their fathers. It also didn't make sense that the dads would play football against random frat guys that they don't know. Apparently Casey and her dad (obviously named Russell, because why else would anyone call their son Rusty?) worked out their issues, when he said that he cares about her, but it was still pretty awkward and wasn't very sentimental, so I'm just going to ignore it.

Evan is seriously not a character any more. The show needs to come up with some plotlines for him if they want to keep him a regular.

If I have time, I totally want to write about those other shows. I want to complain about Silver's newfound acceptance into the Mean Girls. And I want to talk about how gorgeous Adrianna is.

A Greekap for the Geekaps

Sorry, the title doesn't make any sense, but I wanted a rhyme and I'm a geek, so there ya go.

So Monday night, my sister calls me and asked me if I watched the Greek season premiere. Oh yeah, FYI, it's totally crap to call it a season premiere, since it's a 10-episode arc and there was just another season from March-June, but that is neither here nor there. However you want to look at it, there was a

new episode of Greek on this Monday. And I had no idea it was coming. I am totally out of the ABC Family loop. So I freaked out on the phone and called my mom to record it. Fortunately, last season, I set the DVR to record any new episodes of Greek, so I'm all set. I watched it that night and wahoo! My show has returned.

Rusty is all in love with Jordan, which is cute, but I still kind of don't understand that relationship. I learned in Psych AP that relationships work better if both parties have equal levels of attractiveness. Now I know that Harry and Charlotte made it work, but I think that Rusty and Jordan need to mention it, instead of pretending that she isn't 10 times as hot as he is. Even with her 70s feathered hair.

But even despite his hot girlfriend, Rusty isn't happy because he's failing out of school. Boo hoo. Sorry, I know that l

ooked sarcastic, but it really does suck that he is failing. He works it out somehow. I'm still a little fuzzy on how, but I guess CRU is pretty lenient on due dates.

The part of the episode that freaked me out the most was probably Dale's broken virginity pledge. Seriously, Dale! Clark Duke was in the movie Sex Drive, where he played this cool sex-crazed dude, but I will always see him as my precious, virginal Daley. Virgin no more. But like, when he asked his landlady/girlfriend to marry him, I totally LOLed. Remind me to never use lol again. That is embarrassing.

Okay the Dale sex probably freaked me out on equal parts as Rebecca making out with my beloved Fisher/Hunter/Gatherer. Ashleigh was just so content with her adorable boyfriend, and he seemed so devoted. I mean, they never really got any story lines after his whole blue man scenario, but I still liked the idea of them. Maybe just because I adore Ashleigh and I thought his character

on Rockville CA was completely Seth Cohenesque. How could Rebecca do that to Ashleigh?!?? She is legit her only friend and she is so good to her! I'm pissed. And Fisher/Hunter/Gatherer is just standing there all faux-obliv.

I was beyond confused when Rebecca had Evan send her the flowers, because I assumed that the two of them had gotten together in the finale. It took me a while to catch on that she was just using him as a cover. But I laughed really hard when the ZBZs were trying to guess who Rebecca made out with and they were like " Oh was it (insert female name here)? Are you a lesbian again?" Ah, I love it when shows don't forget. Because as Seth from Superbad says, people don't forget.

I feel no need to write about Casey and Cappie or Calvin and hot gay roommate, because that is all pretty obvious. It'll happen eventually.

I would much rather end this by writing about how Greek had TWO spots on EW.com this week. One in the Ausiello files, with spoilers about how Casey will be in a committed, long-term relationship with either Cappie or Evan (Cappie) by the end of the ten episodes. The other was in a photo gallery of the best fictional Greek houses, pairing my ZBZs along with Revenge of the Nerds and Animal House!!! Okay, lame ones like Steve's frat from 90210 or the sorority from Sorority Boys were on there too, but my show has made it onto the legit pop cultural scene! Wahoo!

Until next time, Sandy

More about Blogging

Last week, I saw Julie and Julia and I felt all this comradery with Julie Powell as she whined about her blog. She was pouring her heart into this project, without any clue whether or not people were even reading it. She finally gets a comment... and it's from her mom. She and I are one in the same.

Except that I am not setting out on this amazing challenge to achieve any sort of goal. I'm just writing about nothing (but not like the Seinfeld kind of nothing), hoping that I can get some sort of audience. Granted, this summer has been pretty lackluster, and I haven't really been giving any readers much to look forward to, but it's always nice to be appreciated.

I clearly don't expect to become the next Julie Powell (Perez Hilton) and become a huge interlebrity, with movies and books and stuff, but a little fame would be pretty sweet. I want to become a more popular google search than Sandy Finkelstein the SARS doctor. And way more popular than Sandy Finkelstein the bowling alley manager.

Thank you and goodnight!

Hi, I'm the Worst Blogger Ever

If you didn't get this from the title, I am now officially the worst blogger ever. I have written two blog posts since the summer started, and witnessed so many things worth writing about. This time, I want to write about this cute little camp job I just did.

Camp Ramah in the Poconos FINALLY started a special needs camp, called the Tikvah Family Camp. A bunch of Jewish families with children with special needs came to my lovely camp and had a few rockin' days of Jews and games and swimming. I had never worked with special needs kids before and it was really cool. Also, the 7 year-old sisters of some of the kids with autism were OBSESSED with me, which is always nice.

Truthfully, it was just good to be back at camp again. With my Raelis and my clique (new clique, not the one from when I was a camper). Alright, the best friend just ordered me some Thai food, so I'm gonna head out. If you read this PLEASE force me to write another post soon, so that I don't have any more dry spells. Love you!

Marry Me Joe!

Okay, so I'm definitely more of a Nick, but at the concert of the Brothers Jonas, the tiny child sitting being me, Arika, and her sister was a total JoeHo.  Her tiny body produced such horrendous shrieks aimed towards Joe, that I could scarcely believe she was human.  But she looked human, so I'll buy into it.  

My sister, Molly, called me this morning and told me that my blog was in dire need of an update.  It has been months since I last wrote, but I get so few comments here that it's easier to believe that no one will read it, so who cares if I write?  But I like writing, and I like talking about the Jonas Brothers, so no h

arm.

Honor Society, a group of men much too old to be opening for the Jonas Brothers, opened for the Jonas Brothers.  They were fine.  Nothing special.  Yeah, I'm definitely no making the effort to iTunes them.  Ah, and then the phenom Wonder girls. And by phenom, I really mean painful.  "I want nobody nobody but you (clap clap) but you (clap)."  No, can't do it.

Like, how could I really take those girls seriously?  I suppose I am one of the few 21-year olds able to take Miley and the JoBros seriously, but even lil teeny bopper me can't make it work with Asian pop sensation, the Wonder Girls.

I can show some enthusiasm for third opening act (seriously?  three?  come on, bring on Nick, Joe, and even Kevin), Jordin Sparks.  I mean, I totally watched her on American Idol and I hear her songs on the radio all the time, so it was pretty cool. Even though I have never liked her song Tattoo.  Whatever.

Really there was nothing more exciting than the Jonas Brothers.  When they finally came on stage, I got so excited that I dug my nails into my hand and cut my finger. I'm a joke. They played a lot of stuff from their new album, Lines, Vines, and Trying Times, which I enjoy, but don't know as well as their other stuff.  So my attempts at singing along were horribly choppy and embarrassing. Especially in comparison to the surrounding pre-teens.  But then they played the stuff from A Little Bit Longer and Jonas Brothers and Camp Rock and I could totally rock in my Jonas element.  

Please feel free to mock away.  I have completely come to terms with my adolescent lameness.  I like the Jonas Brothers.  I like Disney Channel.  If you read my blog ever, it's horribly obvious and not news to you at all.  Thanks for reading this far!

Love, Sandy

Nah

Changed my mind.  Took me too long to write my next post and I missed my MTV Movie Awards time slot.  I have come to notice that although sometimes I write about random things that pop into my head, the best posts are ones that involve something that had recently happened or that I've recently enjoyed.  

Recently, I have enjoyed a precious day trip to New York with my family.  More specifically with my mom and sisters.  We went up to see Hair, because my mom has been dying to see it ever since she was 10 and saw it with her original family.  

All the mom wanted to do was see Hair and meet celebrities.  She claimed her only reason for bringing her camera was to take pictures of all the celebs she was bound to see in the magical city.  I could tell her that we were probably not going to see any, but c'mon, I saw Matt Damon when I was walking around once. 

Anyway, score! We got tickets to Hair and then walked around, look

ing for a place to get a mini-meal.  We passed a bunch of other theaters along the way with shows we wanted to see.  Oh right, the Tony's were last night!  I thought Rock of Ages looked cool.  All these fab bands "from the ages."  Also, I recognized Constantine from American Idol in the pictures outside the theater.  Apparently he is the lead.

We found our mini-meal place to eat nearby and grabbed food.  As we were ordering, I saw Constantine from American Idol and asked him if he was Constantine. Apparently he was.  I pretty much just recognized him because I had seen him on the wall at Rock of Ages a second earlier.  My mom, an avid American Idol fan, jumped at her chance to get her picture with a celeb, despite Constantine claiming his non-celebdom, and took like three pictures of us with him.  I blushed for the rest of 

the day.  After all of this, my mother asked me which one he was.  I guess memory really does go with old age.

MTV Movie Awards or Greek? MTV Movie Awards or Greek? MTV Movie Awards or Greek?

After much careful consideration, I have decided that I will discuss last night's Greek right now.  I swear beyond all swears that my next post will be about the MTV Movie Awards though, if only to discuss Miley's shoutout to the GOD.

I figure Greek is more timely, both because it was on last night and I 

watched it today AND because it shamelessly plugged Sims 3 which comes out today even though I am forbidden to get it and want it more than anything.  If I have any

secret fans that worship me from afar, respond to this and I'll send you an address to mail it to me at.

Anyway, the plotlines in this episode involved Casey's newfound loneliness,

Rusty's fledgling relationship with Jordan, Calvin's new gay roomie, and Evan and Cappie's secret society.  Because Casey and Rusty are the main characters, I'll go there (like Degrassi) first.

So Kostos went to London for a little while on some awesome sciency fellowship, leaving Casey sad and alone.  Especially now that she told Cappie that they could no longer be friends.  Unlike me and Rusty, she can't handle the solitude very well, so she tags along on my dear Betsy's date.  Which is at the same restaurant as Rusty's date. Wah wah, she ends up ruining both dates which pisses Rusty off to a whole new level. She keeps up the whole lonely and annoying thing for a while.  And it's pretty convincing because I'm totally annoyed. Ashleigh the Great helps her figure out what's wrong, she talks it out with Rusty, and score, all is well again.

I never wrote about last week, when Rusty and Jordan finally mated (ew, no idea why mated is the verb I chose to use.  Especially since they haven't had sex yet).  But Rusty is totally psyched and chooses to take her on a fab date.  The date has to rival Andy's level of cool, because he "dresses like a popstar."  Nice.  He amps up his game by acting fancy and giving his name as Cartwright, Russell at the restaurant.  It was cute and confused everyone around him.  

I'm glad I finally like Jordan again.  Maybe she almost has a constant character.  The only lame thing she did the entire episode was saying that a special date to her meant sneaking wine coolers into a movie.  C'mon, that isn't special to anyone.  The two of them are taking it semi-slow, so it may be a little while before anything major happens there.  They had all their drama already.

The latest bound-to-happen couple is Calvin and his new roommate Grant.  Who is pretty hot.  Calvin thinks so too, and it's pretty obvious that Grant feels the same way about Calvin.  They stared at eachother shirtless and it was pretty hot.  

Right, But Calvin says it can't happen because the house would feel too awk about it. Calvin is the only person there that Grant is out to so far.  It was actually such a great coming out, because Calvin didn't get it, and then felt super awkward.  But that conversation is bound to alienate watchers, since Calvin said that Entourage is unwatchable.  I'm somewhere in the middle on that one.  Oh, but back to coming out. Even though the house is cool with Calvin being gay, they pretty much agree that more than one gay Omega Chi might make them seem like the gay frat on campus.  Gah, this show is so good at pinpointing the way that I think people probably think and try to behave.

And while I think so much of it is realistic, I have no idea whether or not secret societies exist, or at least exist the way that they do.  Evan and Cappie are douchemoving (fighting) over the same girl again, but back off and apologize once they realize that she is mildly homicidal.  Oh yeah, they found that out during this whole reveal all your secrets deal, which totally wimped out, since they didn't even show Evan and Cappie's secrets.  Pathetic.  

Even though the secret thing didn't follow through, I think the episode did.  And the commercial where Rebecca and Ashleigh were playing SIms 3 totally made any mistakes the show has ever made worthwhile.  Maybe if I ever get Sims 3, I can recreate Ashleigh, and Rebecca, and Casey, and Rusty, and Calvin, and Cappie, and Evan, and Dale, and whoEVER I want.  So cool.  But yeah, I'm never gonna get it.  Until next time, AKA the MTV Movie Awards Post!