How I felt at the end of Dawson's Creek

Yeah, I admit it. I'm a Dawson's Creek fan...

Although not that big a fan, I only just finished watching the sixth season, approximately seven years after it was made.

I do own series one to five on DVD however, I like to put them on when I'm doing an activity like cutting out a dress pattern or plucking my eyebrows. Why don't I own series six you ask? Because I'm cheap. The others were all $20, and the sixth one is still about $50. I rented it from Video Ezy instead.

To be honest I found 23 of the 24 episodes extremely boring, but had to watch the whole thing for completeness' sake.

Episode 24 however, had me bawling my eyes out. It's set five years in the future and everyone is gathered around Jen's death bed. Thankfully the series had a proper ending and didn't just end on a cliff-hanger or leave things unresolved. Yes, the cheese factor was high, but it was extremely self-reflective and didn't take itself too seriously - something lacking in all other 127 episodes.

So who did Joey choose in the end - Dawson or Pacey? She chose Pacey, obviously. How could anyone choose a guy who wore cargo pants and polar fleeces for four continuous years, even when he was working in Hollywood?

Anyway, I have found myself thinking a lot about the show for the past few days and wondering if it has influenced my life at all. I was 13 when it first came out and 18 when it ended - the direct target audience. I can't say that I over-analyse everything and pump out the longest, most metaphor and synonym filled sentences possible (the only character's speech I ever want to emulate is Lorelai (senior and junior) from Gilmore Girls).

I've never gone out with my ex's best friend, been an alcoholic, gone to an Ivy League university, nor have I ever sailed around the Caribbean with my young lover. Maybe they did all these things so I didn't have to?

I didn't lead a relationship and sex-crazed adolescence - was this because I lived vicariously through Joey and Jen, who did?

Deep thoughts in memory of a deep show.

RIP Dawson's Creek
1998-2003

Icing: Everyone's favourite food group

I have long confessed that my favourite food group is icing. Or iced bread, to be more specific.

What could be more delicious than a food that is already a bit questionable in its health merits (white bread) topped with pure sugar, butter and food colouring?
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ossibly the best feature of icing is its ability to increase the Points value of anything in a heartbeat. Then it can be used to further amp up the sugar and fat levels by being used as glue to stick on other tasty treats such as sprinkles and chocolate and mini M&Ms!

It really is a super food.

Some foods that I think could benefit from a good icing:

• Milkshakes. Especially the kind with loads of soft serve and flavour syrup. It would never set, but if you made it really runny, it would go up a straw a treat.

• Baked potatoes. It could be a like a new fusion food revolution: potatoes for dessert or afternoon tea with your cup of Lady Grey. Alternatively it could be drizzled over french fries instead of aioli.
  
• Pizza. A close relation to bread or cake, I know, but maybe a flavoured icing could replace the traditional sauce base. No? Maybe not.

Anyway, icing is everyone's forgotten friend. The nostalgia of a wine biscuit smothered in pink icing and topped with Pebbles will be with me forever, and an iced bun wrapped in plastic in a Little Mermaid lunch box - it's unbeatable.

Just accept the fact

You can pretend that you don't think things look better in sepia, but you would be wrong. And a liar.

Just admit it. Take a deep breath and admit it to yourself.

Doesn't that feel better?

You might think that you look really good in canary yellow and only buy canary yellow tops and dresses and scarves. This might be true (although highly unlikely), however it is a guaranteed fact that you look better in sepia.

Take me for example.

You can't tell that I am white as snow, my hair is greasy, and that my room is really messy. I also look way more intelligent and elegant in sepia.

And less like a psycho.