On “House”
I am certainly a fan of Hugh Laurie, but I do not like this show whatsoever. Seriously, does no one else see how lamely predictable it is? Am I the only sane one here!? What is happening?
Is this where I write something to make you fall in love with me? My name is Vernon Carter Ross. I'm in Iowa now for school. Ugh. Praise for Vernon Ross: James Danowitz of the Chicago Sun-Times hails, "Vernon Ross is a master of his generation. The wit at which he plays with is cunning and deeply moving. If I could buy happiness I would legally adopt him as my son." Oh stop it, James. You're making me blush.
I am certainly a fan of Hugh Laurie, but I do not like this show whatsoever. Seriously, does no one else see how lamely predictable it is? Am I the only sane one here!? What is happening?
Felix sat down in one of the moderately expensive chairs and set his briefcase on the table in front of him. Inside was the script. Not just any script, but his life's accomplishment.
I was the center of elevator attention and not in the best way. The doors opened on 17 and everyone--and I mean everyone--got out. I slumped to the floor.
As I exit the school I hear laughter and it reminds me of a time when we were full of promise and ambition. A time when we were invincible and nothing could bring us down.