Nerd shame

The prologue to this– I've seen a few youtube clips in my day of young women watching something (usually Twilight related), and freaking the fuck out. These reactions are hilarious. Really hilarious. And the thing is, I'd be sitting there, watching these people, thinking "god damn, I'm sure glad that I don't get quite so worked up over something fictional." (okay, so I've had a few close calls...)

And yet, there I was tonight, sitting in front of the TV, watching the White Collar mid-season finale. I was approximately a foot away from the screen the entire time. I was on the verge of hyperventilation on multiple occasions. I squealed 10+ times. I talked to the TV. I said "NOOO! Don't do it." and "Oh holy shit! That bitch is going to kill you!" The worst of it all, though, was that at the end, I fucking screamed so loud that someone from another apartment told me to shut up. I also cried a little bit, even if he's not dead, and he's probably not dead because his role was mentioned as a continuing one.

Anyway... I can't deal with hot people being killed off on my favorite programs anymore– Lost pretty much hauled off and did that by the busload with every episode in the last season. So there, please don't kill him. He's my favorite. You already killed the hot girl that I was just starting to get into. Please don't ruin this for me.

Fuck, I need to stop. I'm pretty sure the nerd is shining through more and more with every sentence. I'm embarrassed for myself.

In conclusion, I'm still going to make fun of Twilight fanatics who post their crazy-people trailer reactions online for the world to see... I'll just have to pause for a moment before I do.