My Crazy, Neurotic Obsession with Veronica Mars and Further Evidence of My Hopeless Romantical, Shipper Nature. (This is the official title but it was too long to actually use.)
Okay, so a little back story... My younger brother has told me a few times that I'd really enjoy Veronica Mars. For those of you who don't know what Veronica Mars is please allow me to enlighten you.
Veronica Mars (VM) aired originally on the UPN network which teamed up with The WB to create The CW. VM is about a high school girl who helps out her dad at his private detective agency. Veronica's best friend, Lily, was found murdered a year earlier (or some time period similar to that) and when the Sheriff, Veronica's dad, pointed the finger at Lily's own father the Sheriff got booted out of office. Veronica was shunned by her friends and she sort of became a rebel, at least with her former friends. Now she spends time solving cases and helping out her dad. ...Okay, that about sums up the story line... at least what I know of it.
That's right. I haven't actually seen the whole show. (There are only three seasons.) I've actually only seen four episodes. So now I know you're asking yourself "Self, how can she be obsessed with a show she's never really seen?" That's what I'm going to explain next.
As I said before, my younger brother actually told me some time ago that he thought I'd enjoy it. I'd seen it on Netflix and I'd read the description for it but the cover art was kind of dark and I just didn't know if I really wanted to watch it. I did watch a few episodes but then I got distracted. I always thought about going back to watch it but I just never did. I did find the show interesting but I guess it wasn't interesting enough for me to actually sit down and watch.
Needless to say... I'm interested now.
Here's how it happened. I was feeling a little bored and burned out from Alias (I like this show as well it's just complicated and drains the brain a little). I got on Youtube to... well to be honest... to watch fan videos. I find it interesting to watch these videos that random fans make and watch music they put with them. I just happened to stumble upon one about the LoVe relationship. LoVe stands for Logan and Veronica.
Logan Echolls is a character from Veronica Mars. In fact, he's Veronica's main antagonist in the beginning of season one. I'd seen the first four episodes and I thought the two hated each other. So how did they go from hating and terrorizing each other to making out in the girl's bathroom? (Yeah, I found a clip.)
It was intriguing and I couldn't stop myself from researching more. I watched more videos (yeah, I know. Pathetical.) I imdb-ed it. I wikipedia it. I had to know what happened. That's when I found out that somehow Veronica and Logan somehow fall in love and have some kind of relationship thing. Twice. WHAT THE HECK!?
I'm sure you can see where I'm heading with this, right? This was the beginning of my obsession. I went back to watch Veronica Mars on Netflix. At the time my brother mentioned the show to me, it was available for instant viewing. Not so much anymore. I kicked myself for not taking advantage while I had the chance. So I added all three seasons to my queue.
But I'm in the middle of the fifth season of Psych on Netflix. I'd have to wait like two weeks before I could finally start watching. And even then, I'd have to wait for each individual disc to ship. As with all things that I want, I checked Amazon. Only 18 bucks. Hmm... I told myself that I'd sleep on it. I was tired and I couldn't go spending money. I'd just gotten back from a trip so I'd missed a week of work. I couldn't blow my money on something as silly as season of Veronica Mars. I put my laptop away and settled down for bed.
Five minutes later, I pulled my laptop back out and clicked my way to Amazon. Season one should arrive on Tuesday. Yep. I'm that crazy. I bought a TV show I've barely seen just so I can figure out how Logan and Veronica get together.
You know what this means now hopefully. It means I'll be 'shipping' Logan and Veronica, also affectionately (and fangirlishly) known as LoVe. I guess the moral of the story is to not go on Youtube to watch fan videos. It can lead to a horrible tornado of shipperness.
That's right. I'm a hopeless romantic. A hopeless shipper. A hopeless dork. What on earth am I going to do with myself? ...Guess I'll just watch TV. Veronica Mars anyone?
Until Next Time,
The Hopeless Romantic