lovestoned.

i don't want to go out anymore, and i cry til at least 3 in the morning, and this isn't like your everyday emo kid tearfest - this is solid ten minute blocks of heaving. and homework isn't even on my radar.

why, you ask?

because my radar is too busy being utterly and helplessly devoted to the O.C. no lies. i was super into the OC when i was in like eighth grade and wore lacoste and hoop earrings and now i've fallen for it once again. me and kesh were bored a few weeks ago and decided to watch season one just for the hell of it. and from then on, its been unstoppable. i've bought every season, and i watch religiously every night. summer, seth, coop (R.I.P), atwood - they feel like my best friends. i have a total crush on sandy cohen and i suddenly yearn to burn down model homes and run away on yachts for fun. (i made my friends come to the effing playground with me today to try and formulate an O.C.eqsue adventure. F+) and while i'm being totally honest... i am retardedly in love with ben mckenzie - i've been lurking him for the past few weeks and he is definitely the dreamiest thing on the O.C.

i've actually gone as far as asking erica to befriend ryan dunnowho (the now dead mega surfer and marissa's maybe crush Johnny Harper on the show) because he lives in brooklyn AND i have definitely seen every paparazzi picture of mischa barton from the past 3 years.

i watched the season three finale last night at around 2 a.m. and i thought i was ready for marissa's death but i definitely hadn't mentally prepared myself enough. just WHOA. season four is already tough for me, i couldn't get through the first episode without pausing every three or four minutes to take a sob-break.

ummm, ooooof?
and i'm totally loving every minute of this.