The Real Housewives of NYC: Really?

So I'm at the library. I have to study for a final and the guy next to me has a serious stench, it is possible he is homeless but I am afraid to observe him more closely for further clues of living standards because he may be a loose cannon. But, his odor is uncannily similar to that of a dumpster. So, I will make this brief.

Last night was the RH of NY finale. Throughout the past two episodes, I have most often repeated the phrase: "What the hell is wrong with you?". For instance, Lu Anne really thinks she is well equipped to perform and produce music? I suppose if Kim (RH of Atlanta) can do it then a monkey can do it. And those lyrics are some kind of eerie subtle torture device. They are painfully lame, but catchy. After extended hours of exposure, it would be possible to lose your mental stability. For that LuAnne, shut the hell up! What the hell is wrong with you?

Some other, "What the hell..." behaviors: Jill has conjured ill conceived notions that she is an ice skater. Too bad she fell on her ass immediately after entering the ice rink. Ramona seems to be reverting back to her newlywed years by renewing her wedding vows after seventeen years, a time that even her daughter admits is inappropriate. Although I am a sucker for wedding vows, this particular affair just seems vainly planned in coordination with production of the show and does not help this basket of crazy. I would take this time to tear into Kelly, but it would just be too easy. She graduated from an ivy league? My mind is blown.

Speaking of graduating, this week is not only the final chapter of many of my favorite reality tv series (Tough Love: Couples), but it is also the end of a chapter in my life. My career at Ohio State is ending in the upcoming week. I honestly just can't believe it will soon be over. I've had five years here to experience my own "What the hell..." behaviors, and even though I've made more mistakes than I'd like to admit, I have very few regrets. I don't know if my life will ever be as full of joy as it has been these past five years. I am terrified to leave this fantasy fun factory. I would go further, but tears are just completely inappropriate at the library. Until next time, this has been Rachel on Reality.