Yes, at some point, I will update about my life. Perhaps when I have one, and am not smothered by the weight of the bar exam.
However, I am stressed about television. Veronica Mars, to be specific.
I was willing to be torn. I sometimes am catching myself rooting for Duncan, the more or less good boy and "love of Veronica's life." Despite the fact that he could be her brother. And despite the fact that he could have killed Lily. He was not my favorite, but I could see Veronica was still schmoopy over him. And that was okay.
I less than three Leo, though. He's confident but self-deprecating without being outwardly such, and he's CUTE! And he has a gun! And he's SO smitten with her. He's (almost) my favorite.
(Ok, my favorite is Weevil, but so far, there isn't really a whole lot to go on. Besides -- I think I like him for -- some unmentioned person better, not Veronica. But still. Go Weevil.)
But. Now. I'm. Pissed.
Logan.
Seriously?! Why does she need to start a thing with him too? And suddenly he's all "oh, I'm vulnerable puppy!" I don't buy it. (Okay, I buy it, but I don't like it.)
Harumph.
And yes, I know I'm about a million years behind with my TV watching. Don't care. Oh -- and if you're commenting, I'm not finished with the first season. So no further spoilers, please!