Re-watching Veronica Mars

Have you ever noticed?
There are no more good noir shows around.
No crime scenes.
No mystery.
It's all peppy and fun and encouraging, oh gawd. I seriously want to puke. There are never any of the better shows around. There are no shows that pack significant drama without the preppy preps and what not. I stopped watching the marriage councelors and I switched over to the dark side, and you know what? It feels good.

To stop watching Ugly Betty and Grey's Anatomy and ugh everythingin between. I want to see murder people. The lack of murder on screen is not exactly coinsiding with the lots and lots of murders OFF-SCREEN. I mean, cmon. At least CSI has at least one murder per show. Or a mystery.

Life would be boring without mystery.
I would know the meaning of life
and that would totally kill my life. I mean. If you knew the meaning of life, wouldnt you NOT want to live anymore?
(42. AHAHAHHA. Yeah, I'm sorta going insane)

Where is the fun?
Where is the action?
You know one day, I might be saying this with a gun pointed to my head on top of a building in a hostage situation. Of course, I might not make it out, but I can still kick the guy in the crotch before I die and then the cops can come and arrest him and all will be fine with the world because my pyshco ex is in jail and I'm dying or dead. Hey, I still get to brag in the afterlife (if there is one) that I kicked a guy in the balls RIGHT BEFORE I DIED. No one else can say that. Or at least, I havent heard of him.

where is the factor of excitement?
You guys live extreeemely boring lives, ya know?
Guys, homework, guys, homework.
There is nothing new, EVER.
This is what we're going to be talking about when we're what? 30 or 40?
We're going to get drunk and then brag about the size of our squeeze's -

What the hell are you going to do with your lives?
Stay mild mannered? Become another random person in a million?
Well, I guess you can't help it. Because you all are JUST HUMAN.
Too bad.

I'm going to be a naked skydiving instructor ("PULL THE GREEN CORD FIRST!!!")
or maybe travel the world as a writer or maybe a photographer for a travel mag.
My hair would always be somewhat of a mess and I'll look like a goddess even though I've just woken up next to a random guy whose name I can't remember and probably never will. I would travel to Paris and photograph the faces of people. I would be able to escape.

Ugh
but there is the factor of 2012 which I hope will not TOTALLY kill us.
But if a guy named andrew transfers into your class 2 days before 12/21
then you know to run to liyeri's classroom the fastest you can or you make out with him in a broom closet. Either way, you'll be saved~!


I'm on a bout of isanity so please standby for this bout to end.
I'll post later.

Juliet, out~