So, I'm watching the final episode of The O.C., and I am really going to miss knowing that there is always going to be something to watch on Thursday nights. I'll never forget having everyone over at my house for the season two finale, and moving all of the couches and chairs out of the way and putting down blankets and pillows instead. Here's to DVD boxed sets of season one and two that will always keep me at bay. Cheers, O.C. You'll be missed, you unrealistic waste of hours of my life.
WARNING: WRESTLING TALK.
First off, Morishima winning the title in ROH doesn't do much for me. He lost a match on Friday, but was still able to challenge for the title on Saturday? Whose booking idea was that? Yeah, I know: it's great for international exposure. But, they also lead up for years about how Homicide has never held the world title, blah blah blah. They give him the belt for a month and a half, and he drops it? Not cool in my book. Not cool at all.
Also, anyone see CM Punk hit a Go2Sleep on Nitro on the last episode of ECW? What's up with that? I mean, it looked good, but he's no KENTA. I'd enjoy that match, though.
WARNING OVER. WE MAY NOW RESUME.
Man, I've always liked Summer Roberts. Anna was my girl, but Miss Roberts is where it's at. That darn Adam Brody was probably able to see her naked, too. I haven't seen her naked. Something is wrong with this picture, and it's the lack of nudity.
Battle of the Bands is tomorrow, and it'll be my third one in a row. There's something nostalgic about the anxiety and anticipation that revolves around it, and I'm just reminded of my sophomore year. While it may not be my finest year, it made me learn a lot. Knowledge is power.
In closing, I want to say that The O.C. has done a lot for me over the years, as it has given me a waste of a Christmas break in 2004, and a drama to get sucked into. It was the Beverly Hills 90210 of my generation, and for that, I will be forever grateful.
From me to all of you, goodnight, and good luck, O.C. You will be missed.