For a few years now, two of my dearest friends have been urging me to watch Dexter. I don't know what took me so long, but I finally found it on Netflix watch instantly a couple of weeks ago. Needless to say, I have been completely enthralled ever since! In getting myself hooked, I also managed to suck in my parents. Did I mention I live with them?
At first, this worked out fine, that is, both myself and my parents watching Dexter (the living situation is another blog). We could watch together through the Wii, and when I had enough of them, I could watch alone on my lap top. When I was ahead, it didn't bother me to repeat an episode with them. Who could ever get too much Dexter?! Then sadly, after only two weeks of watching instantly, we finished seasons 1 & 2. Luckily, my bestest-bestie Shakes let me borrow his DVDs of 3 & 4.
This should have been great, except my parents have somehow gotten ahead of me! Not only are they hogging the discs, but they put it on in the middle of the living room when I'm nearby. I'll be in the adjoining kitchen trying to decorate a cake, or work on a school project, and they'll have it on full volume spoiling everything for me. Hmmphf! This is the be all and end all reason for why I need my own place.
