stupid thoughts

Okay. So since this blog has absolutely no format besides me ranting about my weight as of lately, I figure at this time I am going to rant about the Dawson's Creek finale because it made he have lots of feelings.

I would like to preface this with the fact that I realize I am still a fourteen year old girl. And truthfully? I had a small epiphany that it is fantastic I still feel that way. I should probably put it to good use, eh? That shall come later, me turning my hobby of television, especially teen soap operas, into something maybe more profitable.

For now, I would like to say that my time running through the entire Dawson's Creek series felt like time very well spent. It took me back to actually feeling what I did when I originally watched Roswell, which is A LOT OF FEELINGS. I'd cry when it was sad and laugh when it was funny and genuinely feel like I cared what happened to these characters. Cared a lot.

Do you remember at all when you were 14? Didn't have a boyfriend, felt awkward in jr high school because you're best friend didn't even go to the same school with you, so you'd get together on the weekend and marathon WB shows? Maybe you don't, but that was basically my life. I cared more about what was happening on Roswell than I did in my real life. I was bummed out that I wasn't Maria De Luca and my best friend wasn't Liz Parker. I still feel like they shaped me to be who I am today? As ridiculous as I always thought that sounded I realized, I wouldn't want to be anyone else than me so that is okay.

When I started watching Dawson's Creek (which I will now refer to as The Creek) I wasn't too excited. I wanted to get through it merely for the sake of being able to say, "hey, I watched Dawson's Creek one time." So I began the series in June when Netflix made all six seasons available. And it was off to a slow start. I liked it but was not invested in it, and that was fine, I had a life.

And then bring on season three when adorable Joey Potter (Katie Holmes) starting shifting her eyes away from creepy Dawson Leery (James Van Der Beek) to adorable Pacey Witter (Joshua Jackson). Feels, guys, I had feels. Feels and tingles and jingles that hadn't existed for a stupid soap opera since Roswell (and that one summer where I watched Passions). I started getting nervous that Pacey would never get through to Joey and she'd never stop loving Dawson but then it happened and they kissed and there were fireworks!

And from that point on I found myself googling fanfic online and looking for Pacey/Joey tumblrs so that I could just relish in their love and amazingness. I was exactly where I was at fourteen with the exception that the internet had now grown to something I didn't have to sneak looks at when I was babysitting for that family down the street. I could google them whenever I wanted to, which was pretty cool.

It got to the point where I'd watch it all day long at work when I wasn't working, and then I'd come home and watch an episode or two while I ran on the treadmill. It was such a guilty pleasure and a world I was excited to once again be a part of.

Then that dreaded morning when the finale was on the horizon. I'd actually slowed my watching process to try and prolong this moment for as long as I could. I didn't want it to end. Even long after Pacey and Joey had parted ways, they'd dated other people (and I totally liked Eddie (Oliver Hudson) and Audrey (Busy Phillips)), I still was feeling like if this ended the sadness would take over me like it had with Roswell and I'd be left going, "wow, I got way too involved with that" and I'd feel bad about myself.

So, like I said, the morning came when I had only two episodes left which were indeed the finale. I settled into my bed, tissues ready, and was prepared. The sad part about watching a show that was insanely popular in its day so late, is that you pretty much know exactly how everything pans out in the ending. Even knowing the fates of the majority of the characters I still felt the tissues were necessary.

So it began, and since I was watching it on Netflix which had none of the original music, I was elated to see that they decided to have the original theme song back in the credits (it was hard to not here Paula Cole's "I Don't Wanna Wait" throughout the series but when I finally did it was heavenly). It started the whole thing off on the perfect note.

So I watched and I cried and I felt and I was so ridiculously upset when it was over, but at the same time, with all of those feels, I felt closure. That was something I did not get with Roswell, I'll just say that. It felt good to have an ending that I was happy with. It isn't that I wouldn't donate money or time volunteering if there was a reunion because I totally would, but if that day never comes I am happy with what they did with almost every character (poor Jen).

And that has led to where I am now. Excited to start yet another series (probably Felicity unless I can find Everwood), but this time I'll be watching it with a slightly different perspective. This time it will be for research. And there will be more on that at a later time.

Maybe I sound insane, and no one can possibly wrap their head around being so enamoured by a fictional show (The Creek or any show for that matter) but in my mind most of you have had that experience before, and maybe my priorities are different, but it's cool, I have an awesome imagination and I think it will help with future endeavors.

Long live The Creek.