For Warrick

For Warrick.

During the first 10 minutes of the season 9 premiere of CSI, I bawled my eyes out. I didn't just weep because what happened had made me sad, I cried because I felt like a part of me died. Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. I'm laughing a little bit too because I realize how big of a geek I am.  You can call me obsessed-- it's true. CSI, the original set in Vegas, is not just my favourite show. It's my hobby. I've been on forums; I've read every memorable quote on IMDB; and I even made my "Most likely to..." in the 2007 LFA yearbook CSI related. 

I've been watching CSI since the 6th grade, and for at least 5 seasons, I've watched it religiously. And by religiously I mean on Thursday nights 5 minutes prior to the show, everything stopped. Regardless whether I had finished my homework or not I would put it away. I sat in front of the TV for an hour straight and never left during commercial breaks. Well, of course now I have the luxury of recording my favourite shows and skipping through commercials--Thank you, Shaw! 

I've been following CSI like a soap opera. It was my first love.  SOOOO excited for another episode tonight. 

Here's to Season 9 bitchesss. Miami ain't got nothin on Vegas. 

dia