Here, then, the top stories of my 2007:
#5: I watched The O.C. die. (February)
The O.C. started the summer between my freshman and sophomore years of college. As such, I felt I had reasonable amounts of distance and perspective in order to appreciate a show about teenaged travails. I’ve already professed my enjoyment of this program so I won’t rehash. My therapist says I have a predilection for opening old wounds. (Note to readers: I do not actually have a therapist. Meet my friend Hyperbole.)
Anyway, I’ve found that The O.C. lives on. In musical influences (“Death Cab!” *shriek*). And in how the actors keep popping up in other things (“Julie Cooper’s in Reaper!” *shriek* “Jimmy Cooper’s in Good Night and Good Luck! *shriek*).
#4: I acquired a lot of gadgetry. (All year)
I’ll admit it: I sold out in 2007. I got a cell phone, a digital camera, and an MP3 player. None of which I really need, but all of which is very shiny. And, yes, I probably could have sponsored several dozen foreign orphans with the money I spent on gadgetry. But I’m a capitalist infidel.
#3: I rode the Megabus. A lot. (All year)
Megabus speaks to the Midwestern ethos of finding a cheap way to get to Chicago. Sure, you can also go to places like Minneapolis (which I have) and St. Louis (which I haven’t). But if there’s one stereotype about Midwesterners that is absolutely true, it’s that we know Chicago is our best contribution to American society. (Other contributions: casseroles, blizzards, and the phrase “Dontcha know?”) The fact that I can get to Chicago and back for less than ten bucks was truly one of 2007’s great discoveries.
#2: I got magical bootleg wireless internet. (Octoberish)
Technically, I have no idea when the magical wireless internet waves began penetrating my house. (Were you just reminded of health class for some reason? Ick.) I only know that I discovered them in late October or so. The jury’s still out on whether this is a good thing, because while having the internet at home has greatly simplified that portion of my schoolwork that’s online (read: all of it), it has also allowed me to become addicted to Facebook (who knew that the people I went to school with were interesting?), do even more instant messaging than I did before, and watch entirely too much YouTube. I like to pretend that all the Wikipedia articles I read will allow me to someday cure cancer.
(I just realized that my times, which were already becoming less and less specific, have now devolved into fake words. The internet is melting my vocabulary lobe.)
#1: [Redacted]. (All year)
Alas, the top story of my 2007 is one of those things I don’t blog about. For some things, you have to maintain an air of mystery. Like Waldo. I mean, why must we all incessantly search for him? Wouldn't that time be better spent searching for, I dunno, Bin Laden?
Stay tuned for 2008. The first of The Great Years.