Meredith: They're everywhere. All the time. Izzie's all perky and George does this thing where he's helpful and considerate. They share food, and they say things, and they move things, and they breathe. Ugh, they're like, happy. Cristina: Kick them out. Meredith: I can't kick them out, they just moved in. I asked them to move in. Cristina: So what, you're just going to repress everything in some deep, dark, twisted place until one day you snap and you kill them? Meredith: Yep. Cristina: This is why we are friends.
Meredith: [catching Alex and Lexie in bed] Izzie leaves and Mark gets a kid, and you two decide the best way to deal is to get drunk and mash your genitals together? Alex: No freaking way you get to judge us or give relationship advice. Besides you were a total dirty mistress like two weeks ago. Lexie: Are you calling me a dirty mistress? Meredith: That was two years ago and his wife didn't have cancer! Lexie: Because I've been with like six guys in my whole life. Alex and I, we've done it before. I was recycling, it was like good for the environment. Alex: Izzie's gone. I was horny. She was there. Lexie: Oh crap, I am a dirty mistress. Oh god, you're gonna tell Derek and then Derek's gonna tell Mark that I'm a whore.
[Izzie knocks on George's bedroom door] Izzie: George, can I come in? I made you some cookies and brownies and muffins, of course, I always make muffins. Callie: [comes out from room] Thank God you're here. I can't take it anymore. Three times already tonight, and he's getting ready for a fourth. Izzie: What are you talking about? Oh. Oh, eew. Callie: No, no I get it, you're crying, you're depressed and I know we all deal in different ways, but this is not grieving, this is my legs being bent in ways my legs do not go. A-And I know, I know his dad died, and I get it, I feel horrible for him. Izzie: [laughs] I can give you guys some privacy, I can go far far away... Callie: [cuts her off, whispers] No no! No! No! You stay. You take over for me, okay? Izzie: Callie Torres! Callie: No! I don't- Not like that, I mean. I am giving him to you. You are now officially on George Watch 2007, OK, you are his friend. Yay! And I need a break. I need to heal. I need to heal. Izzie: No! No! What am I supposed to do? Callie: I need to heal. I need to heal. Please, I need to heal. George: Callie? Callie: [after she and Izzie both freeze at George's call] Thank you, goodbye. [flees] Izzie: No, Callie! George: [coming out from room, naked] What is taking you so- [Izzie stares at George and he realizes, and hides behind the door] Oh! Izzie: [averts her eyes and stifling a smile] Er- s-she had to go. Are you hungry?
Well a few days ago I was reminded to transfer money to my housemate for this term rent (13 weeks). Fearfully, I went to check the balance in my account. My greatest fear was confirmed when the total amount of money in my bank account was not even sufficient to cover my rent. WTH!!
Desperate time comes desperate measure. I decided to borrow some money from my housemate and just at that moment, an frightfully anticipated envelope was opened. Out it came was the electric and gas bill. WTH!!
After borrowing money from my housemate, I tried to squeezed every drop of money from my bank account for the rent and ended up with £1.36.WTH!!
DesperateR time comes more desperate measure. I emailed my mum for immediate financial aid. (OPPS!!) Instantly, my mum transferred money to help me out of my predicament. PHEW!!
Well to justify my sudden money crisis. My rent is superbly expensive even without any bills. (Moving out once contract is finish) I just bought my air ticket home. (Air ticket cost a bomb). The rent payment is for April, May and June while my allowance only cover February, March and April. With the expensive rent and utilities bills, the average monthly rent is around £800 while allowance is only £950 per month. Haiz...Guess I have to go on a insanely tight budget OR start to print some cash.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.
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