This is hard.

[apocalypsos]

Trying to watch So You Think You Can Dance and write at the same time, that is. It's not exactly a show you can watch out of the corner of your eye, you know what I mean?

And I keep switching back to I'm A Celebrity ... Get Me Out Of Here!. And I've got Make Me A Supermodel later on.

... is there some sort of rule that every reality show on Wednesday night must have a full statement as a title?

EDIT: I have yet to see a terrifying creature on I'm A Celebrity that actually terrifies me. Bugs? Tarantulas? Snakes? Oh, I was more scared thinking of the rising water in the Trauma Tank.

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[eleniangel.livejournal.com]

I couldn't have stuck my hand in those holes. Well...the frogs, maybe the fish and the dung one. Not the rats or spiders. EEEK.

I can't wait to see what happens when they find out that the Pratts want to come back. Makes you wonder if they only came back because NBC threatened to sue.

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

What gets me is that they wouldn't put anything in there that's genuinely poisonous. I mean, yeah, okay, rat bites, but those won't kill you. Mostly it's just a matter of how much grossness you can handle.

I was a tomboy when I was little. I used to carry frog eggs home from the pond in my hands because I thought I could hatch them in a plastic beer cup. I can pretty much handle touching anything at this point. Even maggots, and I haaaaate goddamn maggots.

Now, if they challenged me to chug the frog eggs, THEN we'd have a problem ...

[eleniangel.livejournal.com]

My downfall is that I am insanely ticklish. Everywhere. Some of these things don't scare me so much as that I have involuntary body jerking when I'm tickled.

I can't wait to see what happens tomorrow.