creek thoughts (not to be confused with creed thoughts)

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My thoughts on the series as a whole and there will be spoilers but most people have seen this by now, right?:

Okay so I figured with my finale rant at some point I'm going to have to write down my thoughts on the show as a whole, right? Why haven't I done this with every series that I've ever watched? Okay, well good, I probably will now.

So The Creek. Man, you had me. You gave me feel and tingles and jingles that I haven't had since I was fourteen. This is good, you made me remember the innocence of being a tween.

I was unsure at first. Season one did not grab me. Probably because I thought Dawson was kind of a tool. He bugged me. His friendship with Joey bugged me, yet I still watched. Jen was skanky and wanted to come between Dawson and Joey and even though they bugged me Jen had no right to do that. Joey was mean and scary and Pacey was a screw up and Grams was a bigot. Now that I think about it, I really didn't like anyone in season one. And probably in season 2. Isn't that where Jack and Andie showed up?

Okay I liked Jack from the beginning, but spoiler alert, I knew he was gay the whole time, even when he was hitting on Joey. That's probably why I liked him. Andie and Pacey...I had a huge love/hate relationship with Andie but I did like how she basically forced Pacey to grow up and have actual feelings. I am thankful for her. I also like how Jen starting hanging out with Max Evans from Roswell and he wasn't a repressed alien, instead he was a playa stud. It was a nice change to see him with confidence.

So then in season three finally Pacey started going towards Joey, after he and Andie parted ways. I'm not a fan of how it happened, but I was just happy to see her with someone other than Dawson. How could she not love him? Seriously I was bothered that she didn't immediately fling herself at Pacey, he was so perfect and loved her so much and didn't play freaking Dawson games!!

And then they kissed and kissed a bunch of times and the tingles and jingles of my adolescence came flooding back, it was insane. I was hooked and just needed to watch more and more.


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So I did, and then season four happened and they loved and wined and dined and then inevitably broke up because that's what happens and in swoops Dawson and Joey is like uh I'm not sure what to do because I really should be with Pacey but he was mean to me at the prom. Andie took off, Jack was now gay and trying to deal with that and Jen just watched it all happening, still waiting for her storyline besides her being a murderer in season 3 (RIP Abby Morgan).

I really didn't like season 5. They killed off Mitch Leery which made me bawl like a baby, Pacey started dating Joey's roommate Audrey and Joey didn't even bat an eye, what? Jen became cooler than I ever thought she could be, Jack became kind of a dbag and life was happy and wonderful for everyone but me. The only character I really liked was Grams because she had stopped being scary and mean and became the Grams I wish I'd had.

So then season 6 happened and there was Joey and Eddie and I finally accepted that I was okay that Pacey was still trying to woo Audrey until she went to rehab. Dawson and Joey barely spoke and because of that I started to like Dawson! Well besides the fact that they slept together and he was dating some actress that was in the movie he was working on and that was totally uncool. Besides that I totally liked Dawson, like totally.

And then Eddie left, and Pacey and Joey had a chance, but Joey just could not get passed the fact that she liked Eddie. I did too but I would have picked Pacey!

And then the finale...where Jen goes to hangout in heaven with God and Abby Morgan, Jack gets to raise her wee little baby with Pacey's brother who we always knew was gay, Dawson gets to work on a teen soap opera called The Creek (its like I predicted it form the beginning) and Joey breaks up with Elton from Clueless (she wasn't a fan of the Cranberries) for Pacey and all is well in Capeside...except that Jen is dead.

See? I just have a lot of feelings.

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.