BLOGGING ABOUT MY FEELINGS ABOUT A SHOW
i haven't even updated her about the Culkin party- oh lj, i'm so sorry I neglect you. I shall copy and paste that from tumblr in a sec. In my defense, I mostly updated there because people were bugging me for details, of which, there are really none.
Well, for one, I'm actually glad they kind of cut the cord with everyone but Effie (younger generation,) at once and didn't stagger the disappearances like they do with Degrassi, because being a Spinner fan made me hold on for way too long. Now I can just cut and run, because I honestly don't give a shit about Effie.
Who I did give a shit about, from the very beginning, were Cassie and Chris. And what the FUCK- boy did they make them flame out spectacularly.
I guess I have a thing for flakey, wounded fuck-ups. But especially flakey, wounded fucked up boys with a stupid grin and positive attitude. Chris was reminding me of Spinner, majorly, but with a tighter, more cohesive, shorter storyline.
Oh, Chris. I loved you from the moment you were scamming on your teacher to the moment Cassie ran back into the room and found you covered in puke and blood and held you as you died.
And I loved Jal, but I think the thing I loved most in Skins is that my two favorite characters ended up to be best friends and I just wanted nothing more than them to just cuddle and care about each other, and then she was the one that was there when he died instead of his girlfriend, and she just took the fuck off with no regard to her own boyfriend. And I love the way they did not easily close that storyline and you're left to wonder. (because I assume Effie does not check in with the older cast?)
GOD I LOVE THEM
I will be mourning the loss of Chris and his perfect stupid face, wonderful plots and amazing attitude all day today, thank you very much.
I will remember the good times, like that time he woke up, stripped down to take a shower, then found some hippy sleeping in his bathtub and tried to kick him out, which launched into a full-scale fight scene in which the hippy kicks him out on the streets naked, telling him to relax so he can get back to sleep in his bathtub.
MEMORIES
Cassie and Chris, best ever
can i just have a guy stare dumbly at my breasts someday, as if he never expected to see such glorious things in his life?
kthnx, luv u chris