My one true love, television.

As a university student, I am fond of television for two reasons. The first reason is because I'm a film student and I've tricked myself into thinking it classes as studying, but the main reason is because I have absolutely no self discipline and think that revising for ten minutes equals forty minutes of TV. And as much as I love this glorious medium, every year at this time the gods of television laugh at me from above whilst they choose to have the season finales of everything I love within one week of each other. It's as if they are conspiring against me, actually wanting me to revise for my exams or something. Pffft. So, in bitter retaliation and an attempt to procrastinate even further, I give you an account of my week dealing with tearing apart of my heart away after every episode I watch.

Desperate Housewives: I'll begin with this not only because it was the first show I watched this week, but because it wasn't just a season finale but a series finale. These never treat me well and I still don't think I'll ever get over what Lost did to me. But nonetheless, I persevered for two hours knowing that I'd either be very happy or very angry (either way, I knew I'd be a blubbering mess). As this is a spoiler free zone, I won't say why or when I cried, but I did. A lot. I will say though, that in usual series finale fashion, the ending was the tackiest thing I have possibly ever witnessed on television. Good lord.

Tear-o-meter: 7/10

Once Upon A Time: Because this was the first season and I only really got into watching it at all a couple of weeks ago, I wasn't expecting to be very emotionally affected by this one, and I wasn't. It was painstakingly cliché and so, so rushed. They either needed it to be longer than forty minutes or shouldn't have resolved as much. Seriously, with a series long build up I expected to actually witness the solution the first time around without having to rewind it thinking "... wait, did I just miss what I thought I did?" They made it perfectly obvious there will be a second season though, although the cliffhanger wasn't particularly good enough to make me scream at the screen that it couldn't do that to me, which happens more often than not. Still, I got involved with a lot of the characters in this and was really happy how things turned out for them.

What-did-I-just-watch-o-meter: 5/10

Gossip Girl: Now that is what I call a season finale. Don't judge me on watching this okay, I'm obsessed. As much as I hate the word 'ship', my love of Chuck and Blair is the closest thing that could ever be classified as such a thing. It's only been three days and I miss it so much that I've started watching the first season again when I was only planning to watch the pilot. I'm very interested to see how the next season plays out, since I've heard it's only going to be a small one and they left so many loose ends. Well, to my taste, anyway. My only problem is that they are insistent with this Ivy/Lola storyline, so I hope the last season doesn't focus on them too much, I only really care about how things turn out for the original few and I'd love for them to bring Jenny back.

Holy-fuck-yes-yes-this-is-so-good-o-meter: 8/10

How I Met Your Mother: My love for this show came out of nowhere, especially when I usually hate the sitcom format. My beliefs of the sitcom have been kinda reconfirmed with this past season though and I think I've only enjoyed like two episodes. Even with the last episode being longer than usual, I still don't think they did the earlier seasons any justice. I JUST WANT TO KNOW WHO THE MOTHER IS OKAY? That bit with Ted was just horrible, because we know she's not the mother. Also, I'm all for a bit of foreshadowing but that revealing the bride bit was ridiculous, the conversation with Barney not even two minutes before made it obvious who the bride was going to be even before the camera pan. Pretty much a waste of a season, if you ask me.

I-could-write-better-shit-than-this-o-meter: 7/10

Welp, I guess I have a couple more weeks of excruciating emptiness until True Blood and Pretty Little Liars return to me. Unless I oblige by the annual tradition of re-watching Digimon. No television, no Netflix and no social life... it's hard to be me.