February 18, 2003 :: 10:08 p.m.
Buffy and cheap perfume
Oh, Buffy. What have they done to you? I was so excited after seeing last week's episode - I thought it marked an increase in quality, not just one random good episode in a string of (and I hate to say this) sub-par ones. I'm so sad now. I mean, things happened tonight. Sort of. But it just seemed wrong. Clunky. Heavy-handed. And where was Giles? Seriously. I'm pretty easy to please, honestly. I even sort of like Dawn. But this is the Slayer myth? Three guys in robes who chain a girl up and let a demon mist rape her? Yeah, there's some feminism for you. Where did the premise of this show go?
Oh, that's right. Joss took it with him when he trotted off to work on his other shows. The ones that didn't make him famous. Yeah, those shows. Dammit, man! This is the show that will make sure you're remembered - show it some fucking respect. GRRR.
And Kennedy? Not only can this girl not act, but the writers are apparently going out of their way to make her extra, super easy to hate. Since when is she a Scooby? Since never, buddy. Stop trying to force her into the group. She and Willow have no chemistry. The only emotions she's capable of conveying are Irritated, Power-Hungry Bitch or possible Constipated. It could go either way. Xander and Willow have earned the right to question Buffy, Kennedy has not. She can either shut the fuck up and sit in the corner with the rest of the Junior Misses or hang herself with a bed sheet, a la Chloe. I'd personally prefer the latter.
But there were good points. Spike donned The Coat and got his rocks back, finally. Soul or no soul, Bad Ass Spike is much more entertaining and likeable than Whiny Puppy Spike. Chloe killed herself - one less Slayer in Training can only be counted as a good thing. Buffy bitched everyone out for being useless, which they pretty much are. Andrew was, as usual, funny. Principal Wood has much palpable rage going on. Willow drained Kennedy, which was fun to watch. Too bad it didn't kill her.
Meh, whatever. I'll take what I can get from Season 7 and then go watch my DVDs for complete Buffy satisfaction.
Do you know what's a huge turn-off? Cheap perfume. Especially in large quantities. It also gives me a throbbing headache - bonus. And it just so happens that every time Goth Boy is on his way over, Emily sprays herself with enough cheap perfume to kill a 12,000-pound elephant. It's a very reliable indicator that soon my room will be filled with both the stench of an unwashed Goth-wannabe and the sounds of a bad B-movie at unnecessary volumes. Which it is, right this very moment. Joy. I have to study for my stupid Visual Arts test at some point before I go to bed, but thanks to these two I certainly won't. Because I can't study here and I pretty much refuse to study in the lounge. We've been through this - too many people, not enough quiet.
My finger hurts. Why? I have no idea. But damn, it really does. So much so that I think I'm going to stop typing and go play some random, mindless online game. Sound like a plan?
Yep. Ciao.
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