Veronica Mars 2x16

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I've decided that the mini mysteries aren't really important to me. Most of them I don't particularly care if Veronica solves them-- I figure they'll get solved, it's just a matter of seeing how Veronica does it. And I get passive enjoyment out of watching it play out. In the end, however, they're just window-dressing to the season-long mystery, and that's what I watch for. This episode is a perfect example of that.

Okay, now two squeals for..... GEORGE MICHAEL! And MAYBIE! And... YAY GEORGE MICHEAL'S NOT THE RAPIST!

... on the other hand, he's one of the few people on tv who actually looks the right age for a college kid. ...As you can tell, I'm still two seasons behind on Arrested Development.

Now, the rest of my thoughts for the episode mostly centered around Hannah/Logan. HANNAH! LOGAN! ::cheers:: ::wibbles:: Goddamn, can NOTHING go right for that boy? I mean, I may be a V/L shipper, but I'm a season3-or-4 shipper, you know? I would've been content to have a season of Hannah with Logan, because all Logan wants, all he wants, is someone in this world to love him and forgive him. And Hannah has promised him that. She was willing to give him that, after how horribly he used her. And then they were about to make love and there was soft lighting and that awesome song and --about here is where I thought someone was going to come upstairs and kill Hannah while trying to assassinate Logan-- it's pretty and touching and I just want them both to have some happiness when

BAM!

Once again life has fucked over Logan Echolls. Making him only angrier, lonelier, and more bitter than he was before. Hannah, who could have been a great and much-needed positive (and balancing) influence on him even though they'd eventually have broken up, is now gone. ::clicks tongue against teeth:: Tsk tsk. Now he'll probably do something stupid.

EDIT: Oh, and the beer in the party-jerk's face? I did that to a guy last year for insults much worse than what Veronica got. It was oddly empowering, and I totally got the last word. Well, it was the last word until I was walking down the hall away from the room and he threw a 2-liter bottle at my head, and then it was just kind of scary. Luckily hit the wall over my shoulder and splashed me, because his aim was off from all the beer he'd had. I'd had about 2-3 shots so I was buzzed and having a 2 liter soda bottle thrown at my head was thus a little less scary than it normally would be. Or-- no, it was still scary, but somehow the shots allowed me to be way cool about it. You know, very chill. I rinsed off in the girl's shower and then I went into my room and not-so-subtly hid spent a lovely evening conversing with my roommate. People came to check on me every once in a while, and I was like "Yeah, I'm fine, just... ah... keep the 6 foot 3 angry Korean guy knocking down my door please. And thanks for stopping by."

Aahhh, dorm life. I've never been happier to not have to live you again.

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