There is, I will admit, another reason why I love this show so much. That reason is at the forefront of this picture, and on the left.
Detective Carlton Lassiter, ladies and gentlemen, played by the one and only Timothy Omundson. You may remember him from your childhood as Seamus McTiernen from the made-for-TV Disney Channel Movie, The Luck of the Irish.
Backstory: when I first started watching Psych, it was due to a phenomenon known as "Psych Night." Psych Night occurred every Thursday evening at my dorm during Spring Quarter last year, in my friend James' room. A small group, mostly girls, crowded into his room and crammed into a line across his bed to watch the best show known to man. And, as girls are wont to do, we quickly started fighting over who had dibs on which character in the series. For quite a while, I was stuck on Gus. But then I saw "From the Earth to Starbucks," episode ten of season one. At the beginning of this episode, Shawn encounters a sad, drunk Lassiter and tries to cheer up the morose detective. He utters the fateful line, "You've got eyes that women want to do cannon balls into." I was like, "Huh, now that you mention it, his eyes are... buuhhhhhhhhhh..."
And the rest is history. Carlton Lassiter is my fictional character old-man crush.
In other news, I am a horrible person. I was supposed to study with a girl from my lab group for our Anthropology final today. She was going to go to the review session yesterday with any questions she had, and then today we were supposed to meet up and go over everything, make flash cards, draw diagrams, and basically do anything she thinks is necessary to make everything easier to study. I was very excited about this, because I figure I need as much experience teaching as possible if I want to be a teacher.
And then she didn't come to the review session yesterday. And then she texted me saying that she didn't want to meet on campus, and could I come over to her apartment instead? She would come pick me up.
Suddenly, I wasn't so excited. See, any place on campus is neutral ground; I don't have to worry too much about proper visitor/host etiquette when I'm meeting up with someone at the library. I just have to remember to bring all of my notes and my laptop. Now, if she had asked to come over to my place, I would have been a little anxious, but it would have been doable. I just super-cleaned my apartment, so no worries there. I only have things like water or hot cocoa or tea to offer, no food, but that would probably have been fine since most people don't ask for a gourmet meal when they're coming over to study (I don't think. I wouldn't know, I've not gone to many study sessions in my life). The only thing that would have been an issue is if my roommate had come home with her boyfriend, because for whatever reason neither of us is very good at interacting with the other.
But this is a girl that I don't know super well, and I have stranger anxiety anyway. I won't tell you how long it took me to even start talking to the people in my lab group, or how long it was before I even learned her name. Suffice it to say, I'm really bad at interacting with strangers. (Which reminds me, yesterday I got into a conversation with a guy who I sometimes ride in the elevator with. He initiated it, and it was a little stilted and awkward, and as soon as I got out of the elevator my knees and hands were shaky, but it was still a conversation.)
I started thinking about the fact that I would be over at her apartment, and am I supposed to take off my shoes? And what if we run out of things to talk about and she wants to hang out? How do I hang out with people? What if I can't explain things in a way that she understands? How do I say "Well this has been great but I need to go home and sit alone in my apartment until I feel like a normal human being again?"
The worst part, in my mind, was the impending car ride. All two of them. Cars are awful when you don't know someone. I wish it were socially acceptable to ride in complete silence, staring out the window the entire time. Car conversation is the most awful thing in the world. What happens if I just don't have anything to contribute to the conversation, so I don't say much, and she thinks I'm an antisocial weirdo or just a total jerk? Then she's going to think that she's learning about hominids from a total jerk, and she won't pay attention to why Homo floresiensis is so cool and such a weird, trippy discovery! And then how will I convey to her the importance of understanding that Neandertal fossils replace anatomically modern human fossils in the Near East at around 70 thousand years ago, only to be later replaced by more anatomically modern humans?
So I took the coward's route and texted her to cancel. I told her something came up and I couldn't help her study today, but that I would email her the notes from the review session along with some study tips.
She was totally cool with it, which makes me suspect that she wouldn't have thought that I was an antisocial freak (except now I am) and studying together would have been pretty painless once I got over the "OMG NEW SITUATION" shock. And to be completely honest, I think she forgot we were planning on studying together today, so I really shouldn't have panicked. And now I am sitting here, listening to Harry Connick Jr. sing "Let It Snow" and feeling like a general idiot.
That is why I am a horrible person.
No comments:
Post a Comment