morgan kindly lent me season 2 of The OC, which i soon realized was a danger to my physical and mental health. all i did on saturday and sunday was watch seth, ryan, marissa, summer and company live out their dramatic lives in Newport Harbor.
as much as i love ryan's punching, seth's wit, summer's feistiness and marissa's beauty, several hours of one of my fave shows was a little bit... much.
when i tried to go to sleep, everytime i'd close my eyes, a scene would play in my head. my mind was plagued with thoughts like, "oh god! trey tried to rape marissa! that's all she needs; her life is so difficult right now! and this will make ryan SO angry! oh, the horror!" well, you get the idea.
so after i finish the two episodes i have left to watch, i will return the DVDs to morgan, and i will not ask to borrow season 3 next. although, it has been awhile since i layed eyes on johnny harper, the very cute surfer from the poor side of town...
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