I wish I could eat my feelings after Pretty Little Liars. I should have saved my dinner. Spencer gave me everything I have ever wanted from a questionable high schooler covering up secrets about the murder of her bitchy ex-bestie slash "queen bee" slash why were they even friends with Alison to begin with? Eh. Bravo, Spencer, great job tonight... Props to drunk Emily for flasking away the memories of her newfound lesbian lover Maya (who is trapped at scary Christian rehab camp in the woods), and proceeding to absolutely lose it. Meanwhile, Aria is having severe jealousy issues, which could be easily resolved by putting pink streaks back in her hair and getting in touch with her wild side again... Or, umm, not sleeping with her English teacher.

Oscar nominations are announced tomorrow morning! It's like Christmas Eve... if Christmas itself was a month and two days later. That equates to far too much anticipation. Anticipation to the point that I actually might explode.

Who wants to see Angelina Ballerina: The Musical? Is the little black hat artwork at the end of the (sappy, predictable) trailer for Waiting for Forever supposed to evoke Waiting for Godot? At least Rachel Bilson looks pretty. I miss The OC. Sigh.