Of past and present TV addictions

Last Thursday, I awoke from one of the strangest dreams I had in a while.

(For the record, I totally blame this dream on me re-reading the second Southern Vampire series book in celebration of True Blood’s new season, and then waking up to think aboutcutlines and how ones from the previous day could potentially be incorrect because of twins.)

I was playing baseball with some players on a local team. And Miley Cyrus. (Y’all know I am NOT a baseball fan, or really a Miley fan, either.) It was cloudy outside, and I was happily playing first base. It was just like the good ‘ol days, minus the fancy pants baseball players who actually knew what they were doing.

The sun started to peek its way out from the clouds, and I was grabbed by two players and dragged into a shed. There, they explained I was now a vampire, and I couldn’t go out in the sunshine. I had questions about what happened, and they had no clue, but they were vampires as well, and we had to stay in the shed until the sun went back behind the clouds or it was night. They also mentioned thatMiley was also a vampire. She didn’t come into the shed, and we heard her screaming from the field minutes later.

So what did these two guys and I do? Get your minds out of the gutter, folks. We chatted. About life, about my fear of baseballs, about everything. Then, one of them looked me in the eye and told me I needed to get laid. Umm, what?! I shrugged it off awkwardly and asked about my boy. They didn’t have any information, so I decided to brave the elements to find him.

The last scene of my dream was one of the guys saying, “No, E.P!” and then I woke up.

What’s up with that, folks?

As someone who lives by herself in a small town, I read a lot of books and watch a lot of television. Are they influencing me too much? Should I take a break or really stop and think about what I’m reading before I do?

I started thinking about it, though, and I have always somewhat applied the television I watch to my life. Or found weird comparisons. Or something along those lines.

Prepare yourselves, folks. This post is about to prove my geekiness and could potentially be TMI. (But not in a bad way.)

Dawson’s Creek
Apparently, I’m the Joey of the photo staff. That awkwardness was compounded when Pacey declared his feelings for me. And, a little less than a year later, it’s still horribly uncomfortable.

Roswell
Since my town didn’t have The WB, I had to wait until Dawson’s Creek showed at midnight on ABC. I had stayed up late and stumbled upon this show after DC. The first thing I realized was two of the main characters shared a last name with me and my crush. Was that a sign? No way, but apparently, he wants to date me now. Ten years later…

The O.C.
I was in college, and I would happily admit that I loved Seth Cohen. Boys like Seth didn’t exist at my school (or I just didn’t ever meet them.) However, I found the perfect studious, funny and handsome guy at the student newspaper, and I haven’t looked back, despite the fact that he will not listen to indie rock with me.C’est la vie.

Weeds
I once had a roommate who smoked a lot. He introduced me to the show. My allergies couldn’t deal with all the fumes, so I moved, and he still dislikes me to this day. I also want Mary Louise Parker’s hair. But other than that, that’s it. No other comparisons here.

Greek
I was a member of a Greek organization in college. I never hung out with fraternity guys because they were bad news. But I love this show, despite the fact that it’s either dead-on or horribly incorrect about everything in the Greek system. I’m a fan ofCappie and Casey, and I even got my mother addicted to this show. She asked me if the characters reminded me of people I knew in college, and I had to admit that they do, even after she pointed out that my boy’s fraternity was probably more like Evan’s than it wasCappie’s. That is OK, because the only guy who was anything like Cappie (carefree, fun, a party animal) in my own life? He turned out to be an asshole. And no one wants to associate with those.

So there you have it, folks. Are you completely freaked out by my nerdiness? Are you thinking I have entirely too much time on my hands? (You might be correct on this one, especially today since it is my Saturday.)

And, lastly, am I the only person who draws comparisons from television to their own life? … Please tell me I’m not.