California, here we come. Or, Street lights! People!

I'm bored and don't want to do any of the things on my "Stuff To Do At Work" list because all I want to do is get on the stupid Ohio roads in my new car and drive home, so here's my as-promised entry about The O.C.
You can take that as a warning to leave, if you want. Because this entry is just going to get shallower and shallower and girlie as hell, whether I get around to making "valid" points or not.
OK, first of all, this is a great show, that feels kind of targeted exactly to me. It's got the adult trashiness of Melrose Place, my favorite-est non-reality trashy show EVER, plus the added teen trashiness I never got to savor with Beverly Hills, 90210 because I was always too busy being a humorless sullen teenager during its glory days. It's also got the cute nebbish poindexter nice Jewish boy, who one would think would be right up the Jessy alley and the blond one, who I'm actually more attracted to for some reason. Who knew?
And then there's the music. I will always make excuses for the theme song, because Jason Schwartzman and I belong together. He's like the perfect mixture of poindexter and greasy hipster, plus he plays drums. (As a side note, if you're getting bored of my talk about certain cute boys, go find a Billboard magazine. There's a very pretty picture of Conor Oberst, and maybe you like him better. Also, The Ramones won some award and Marky accepted, being like the only one left, but they refer to him by his last name, as in, "Ramone accepted the award on behalf of the band." I thought this was funny, anyway.) Plus, in the first episode I actually got around to watching, Journey got name-dropped at a Walkmen concert. Two great tastes that taste great together. Plus, I welcome any excuse to tell my Walkmen concert story. And here it is:
For like 5 minutes when I lived in Philadelphia, there was a Steve Madden outlet near my apartment. Steve Maddens are great shoes for my skinny feet and I found these baby blue pointy mary jane flats. I would have gotten pink too, but I found the blue in my size first and Kinko's wasn't paying me enough or giving me enough opportunities to wear pastel colored shoes to rationalize getting both. The first time I wore my new shoes out I had them on with black tights, a very short houndstooth skirt and that boy's dark royal blue sweater. Me and my awesome outfit took ourselves to see The Walkmen, because the other band that I forget was playing way too far away and was more $$ and Alison Farinacci (who I'm still trying to confirm is not dead, by the way) had to study at the last minute and couldn't drive us back to Pittsburgh to meet Jon Scieska and get my Stinky Cheese Man bobblehead autographed. The Walkmen, on the other hand, were playing less than 5 blocks away at the indie rock frat. Yep, there's an indie rock frat at UPenn. And they had a keg, but you had to pour the beer into a Faygo can to drink downstairs, because YOU WERE AT A FRAT HOUSE. The show was really awesome, though, not in the least because This Radiant Boy opened and covered either a Pavement song or a GBV song (I saw them twice and don't remember which was when) and The Walkmen were super good, sounding more like what I've heard of the second album than the first. I hadn't heard them at all before I saw them, because I like doing that. Oh, and I ran into the kid who had come into Kinko's a few days before with a Super8 camera and met his roommates and Jesse Tei and Amy became fun friends for the rest of my Philadelphia stay. I should get in touch with them.
But the point of this story is that people in Philadelphia were still moshing 2 years ago and they moshed to The Walkmen in the indie rock frat and they moshed on my shoes, which is why I don't care what happens to my pointy baby blue mary jane flats, because they've had messed-up points since the very first time I wore them. And then The Walkmen were on a trashy tv show with cute boys. And I think we're full circle now, and can move on to the criticism of said trashy tv show.
I've been watching the first season dvds and, as much fun as I've been having, I can't help but be annoyed at the Seth/Anna thing. Once again, cool-seeming guy passes on cool cute fanboyish girl for normal boring girl. Although, throughout the whole Seth/Anna arc, I kept thinking, "Why are you surprised? You are supposed to be from Pittsburgh, the town that some days feels like it invented the cool boys only want boring girls issue."
And yet I still miss the stupid town.
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Obligatory collection development moment: with YM now gone to that big GirlWorld in the sky, should I order TeenVogue or TeenElle for the library?