I am absolutely addicted to the television show Breaking Bad. I started watching about six weeks ago, and was hooked from the very first episode. For me, doing marathons of television show viewing is a new concept, and I absolutely love it. Too much, I think. (It's kind of like watching a really long movie!)
For many years, I never watched any TV shows, I mainly viewed movies, both old and new. Something changed for me, however, once I moved into my apartment and found myself devoid of the company of other humans. Friends turned me on to some good shows, and I began streaming shows on Netflix. I watched fourteen episodes of House of Cards (not consecutively), but for some reason I never became emotionally invested in the show, except for my disdain for the female lead, Claire. I love the show Downton Abbey, and blew through four years of that series poste haste. I am also a fan of Orange is the New Black, although it is a little graphic for my taste. Then I discovered Breaking Bad, and it has usurped almost all of my other favorites. Everything except The Good Wife.
I began doing marathons of BB, watching sometimes four or five episodes in a row. However, once I became engrossed in season three, it became an obsession. So much so, in fact, that viewing it began interfering with my life, and that includes my class work. Luckily for me, I was 2/3 through the semester before this BB fascination grabbed hold of me.
At the start of this past weekend, I had seventeen episodes left, and I watched four on Friday evening. Saturday I only watched two because I had my family over to celebrate Easter. Sunday, however, I was on my own for the day. I knew when I arose that morning, that I was going to spend the day on the couch, viewing the rest of the series. Since it was affecting other priorities, like homework, I decided that I would give up one day and plow through, freeing me up for the duration of the semester. I am ashamed to admit that I began at 11:00 A.M. on Sunday morning, and I didn't stop (except to eat and walk the dog) until 10:00 P.M. I even skipped The Good Wife so that I could watch the very last episode of BB. Now I can get back to living my life-starting tomorrow. I am compelled to play hooky from class tonight because....I didn't do my homework! Imagine-if I had spent those eleven hours studying, I'd know the whole damn French language by now! (My friends and faithful readers know me well, and are keenly aware that this is completely out of character for me.) So I am going to Email Madame Professeure, obtain my assignment for tonight, and embark on a homework marathon. (Of course, I had to compose this blog post before I started.) Thankfully, my grades are good, my attendance near perfect, and I have applied myself throughout the semester. There have been a number of evenings when I would have liked to skip class, especially during the dreadful winter we had, but I persevered, knowing that an evening might come when I would really need the break. Tonight is the night! Regarding the show-it is ranked up there as one of my all time favorites. I loved the story (and especially that cute little Jesse Pinkman), and found the evolution of the various characters utterly fascinating.
I already have another series lined up, but I am holding off starting it until after my final exam. I'm not going to tempt fate! I am in the market for an "A", and nothing is going to stop me, not even an evening with Jesse Pinkman.
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