Thursday, March 3, 2011

The thing with guys on tv...

they're not real. They don't say the perfect thing at the perfect time; they recite the perfect lines they memorized from a script. They get the hopes up of girls across the country, and raise our expectations. As hot as a vampire can be, they don't exist. We're never going to have an extremely hot, mysterious relationship with the sexiest of sexy teachers. Why do they do this to us? Make us want things that don't happen in real life. It's frustrating to say the least. I want my own Stefan Salvatore. Why is a troubled, bad ass, Ryan Atwood so much more appealing than the average kid at school? Ryan Gosling. The Notebook. Need I say more?

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