Drop Dead Diva
Sun, 9/8c on Lifetime
"Senti-Mental Journey"
Jane's mother is arrested, and Jane must reach out to her father, a virtual stranger, in order to help her mom in court. Meanwhile, Grayson works a case involving a Ponzi scheme, and Teri advises Fred on both dating and driving.
Pretty Little Liars
Tues, 8/7c on ABC Family
"There's No Place Like Homecoming"
Some ugly secrets cast a shadow on the school's homecoming dance, and one girl's surprising date choice may complicate things for her. The band 2AM Club performs at the dance.
Royal Pains
Thurs, 10/9c on USA Network
"In Vino Veritas"
Tucker deals with a reckless friend whose problems may stem from a medical condition; Divya treats a winemaker.
The Secret Life of the American Teenager
Mon, 8/7c on ABC Family
"She Went That A'Way"
News spreads about Adrian's choice regarding her pregnancy. However, Amy is still in the dark about the whole matter, thanks to Ben.
I’ve been feeling a little out of the blogging mood lately, especially since the release of New Moon, there isn’t much Twilight news to talk about. Vampire Diaries is on hiatus so there’s a dead end. There are other shows I’m keeping up with, but my finals are coming up like quickness so I won’t be paying much attention to that until my exams are done. I can’t believe it’s December already! Time for lights, snow, carols, and presents! I can’t wait to fly home for Christmas and spend some quality time with the family. I suppose that’s enough personal, sentimental stuff, this is a fan site after all, but I can blog every now and then right? Plus it’s the season for that kind of thing!
I’ll be changing the look of the gallery and probably the site too, most likely after the holidays.
I was downloading some ebooks for my itouch and it got me thinking about good works of literature. One of the first thoughts that came to mind was the classic poem, The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe. Such a great work, I just wanted to leave you all with a bit of that until I can find something to actually write about.
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`’Tis some visitor,’ I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.’
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!’
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!’
Merely this and nothing more.
But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered – not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.’
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.’
And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted – nevermore!
Song of the Moment: Justin Bieber-One Time