Sigh. I just finished my infamous The O.C. Season 1 marathonon on DVD. I really loved it. I do. I really really do. The last episode was like a tidal wave washing over me with melancholy. It really had a huge impact on me. It was well-done. No, it was brilliantly done! The O.C. is like...My escape from all the madness surrounding me, if by madness you mean siblings trying to pick fights with me, parents who don't understand a thing about me, and going to a scary summer camp. It's not that scary at all. It's just that it's the first time I'm going to one. Yesterday, in fact, we went to the orientation. So back to the original topic, The O.C. deserves its fame and of course, its fans. Like me. Anyway, I'm a huge follower of Ryan and Marissa's relationship. They deserve to be together. I mean, after all they've been through, they should at least be, right? Okaaay, I know I'm sounding like a total bore, but who can blame me? It's great, and it's my favorite show. Ever.

Sigh. Again. Sorry. I'm still a little "hung-over" from my DVD marathon. I'm planning to watch it again, you know? I can't get enough of it. I know what you're thinking. You are thinking that I'm such a teeny-bopper to dedicate one whole entry to a TV show. Aaaannd. You're thinking that I have nothing better to do so I wrote all this stuff here. Right? Well, you are somewhat right. I AM a teeny-bopper. Sometimes. Okay. Always. But usually I get stuck with something in a while then I get over it. But The O.C. is different. It's addicting, yes, but I'm not gonna get over it because it's not gonna happen. It will always be part of my teenage and pop culture-driven life. About the other thing you're thinking: Actually, I have better things to do but I still chose to write this stuff here to spread this contagious disease that is The O.C.