I got my slight happiness, thank you.
Watching the season finale was like waiting around for New Year's Eve, though. You get only one thing to look forward to but everybody else arrays the occasion way before the central celebration, which gave so much room for the performances of the has-beens from a hundred years ago (not that I actually have a definite opinion regarding them or their demonita makeup), alongside your typical advertisements.
The show's great, to say the least, but do I need to mention how short-lived the actual euphoria is? The moment Kris Allen hugged his wife, or whoever that girl in yellow is, was the time a message is transmitted to every human brain watching the reality show, "Show's over now. You get your lives back."
I'd like to discuss more but I'm not going to add much to this post. I'm afraid I already got sucked into the mainstream method of blogging. Whatever opinions I've got left would be sadly disposed of. I'm sort of in the middle of a commercial break from the second rerun anyways. I'd want to finish another round of the staged revelry before the thought of school knocks me out.
(June 8! Ahhh!)
Watching the season finale was like waiting around for New Year's Eve, though. You get only one thing to look forward to but everybody else arrays the occasion way before the central celebration, which gave so much room for the performances of the has-beens from a hundred years ago (not that I actually have a definite opinion regarding them or their demonita makeup), alongside your typical advertisements.
The show's great, to say the least, but do I need to mention how short-lived the actual euphoria is? The moment Kris Allen hugged his wife, or whoever that girl in yellow is, was the time a message is transmitted to every human brain watching the reality show, "Show's over now. You get your lives back."
I'd like to discuss more but I'm not going to add much to this post. I'm afraid I already got sucked into the mainstream method of blogging. Whatever opinions I've got left would be sadly disposed of. I'm sort of in the middle of a commercial break from the second rerun anyways. I'd want to finish another round of the staged revelry before the thought of school knocks me out.
(June 8! Ahhh!)
