Better late than never

So I realise that I have not written/complained about the X Factor final. This is for several reasons. I have been in a foreign land, but also, I don't actually think I have come to terms with the result. Let's be realistic, One Direction should have won. I have loved Matt from the beginning though, and I did say he would win in the end. But... I also said that One Direction would nail it. And they did.

I'm not going to describe every last detail and judge everyone, because it took place about 25 years ago and everyone is over it now. Except me. I watched the final on YouTube, which was anti climatic to say the least. I also had the result ruined for me by a once so called 'friend' who I am now no longer speaking to. Friends don't ruin the X Factor result. Anyhow, I have just watched the whole thing on the good ol' Sky+ and have come to the conclusion that not only should One Direction have won, but Matt certainly shouldn't have won, purely based on those yellow trousers. He should have been sent to Azkaban for that outfit. Maybe he was Imperiused...

I am beside myself with grief. Grief that will last forever more. Or at least until One Direction release their first single. I cannot believe that their winners' single would have been Forever Young. This would appear to be to be a sign that they should have won and also be my best friends as this was Ryan and Marissa's song in The OC. Coincidence? I think not. I think Simon realised that I would be hunting to kill once he didn't get Bieber and had to do something to stop me coming after him. It worked. I just wish that they had the opportunity to release it. Rebecca's was abysmal. Just awful. Matt's could have been better too. Having said that, Simon also managed to put Bieber in the background of their 'best bits' montage. I took it as a nod to me personally for my support. You're most welcome, Simon.

At least now, I suppose, I can try and reforge my life. Although it will be hard carrying this devastation around with me. I'll be like the Ancient Mariner with his albatross of guilt, but mine will be a necklace of 5 Biebers, each with tears in their eyes, dragging me down and reminding me of my betrayal of not staying in the country to vote for them. How the weight haunts me of my sin.

Farewell X Factor. Farewell Justin Bieber Boyband. I look forward to our next encounter, but 'til then, I bid you good day.

DISCLAIMER: I did have votes cast for One Direction on my behalf. The issue was that the person issuing these votes on my behalf stabbed me in the back by also voting for Matt. If I had been in England, One Direction would have won. For this, I am eternally apologetic. Please refer to my section on the Ancient Mariner for further understanding of this guilt.

I give up.

I am totally, 100% no longer interested in the nonsense that is The Event. I say I'll give up, but I won't. I'll just moan about how I have to watch it every week. Due to work and the fact that University doesn't allocate television watching time like selfish idiots, I got behind. 2 weeks behind. I'm not even through the first catch up episode, I'm watching it as I write, and I don't care. As soon as Jason Ritter started to get involved with the aliens I decided that all hope was lost.

Slash, he's her son!? Ew. Thomas is Sophia's son!? Gross, they are so totally incestuous. Unless that's cool with the aliens. What would I know? I'm also enjoying that the FBI agents are all like, "No, we can't prosecute Simon, even though he tried to ruin everyone's lives, coz he's our friend." AS IF! Oh God, all of this is so ludicrous. Mainly that the Director of National Intelligence is called Blake.

If they had just kept everything separate, at least for a bit longer, I think I would have had more interest. I really enjoyed the bit about why they kidnapped his girlfriend, who was doing it blah blah blah, and I knew it would have to coincide with the alien crap eventually, but he found her way too quickly and now they've found out about the aliens I'm suicidal about the whole thing. So, I give up. Official. After I've caught up you understand.

On the plus side, I've also got 2 episodes of The Mentalist to watch which means lots of Simon Baker. Excellent.


OH MY GOD. I JUST FINISHED WATCHING IT! Was there really any need for that ending. I will now not be sleeping for about 25 years as those little girl's faces are truly hilarious but also terrifying. What, in the name of all that is holy, is going on?! I don't even care, but now I feel as though I've been scared into watching. Slash, if the acting gets any more terrible, I may be forced to shoot myself.