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Schmidt Happens

There's nothing in life that's more satisfying than when you finally feel like someone understands you. Lucky for me, I finally found my people: and they're fictional.

FOXs, New Girl, really just gets me, and is the most direct trajectory of what my life will end up like, almost a 100% guarantee. I can see myself in a few years interviewing to live in a loft with three randoms, and being completely awkward about it, yet loving it.

Honestly, their loft is super slick and I'd totally be down to be the illegal 5th roommate of loft 4D with those hooligans and put up with the creepy landlord.

For some reason I just can't get enough of this show. The dynamics and chemistry this cast has are absolutely flawless, and full of spark and spunk and stupid Schmidt commentary. This show is quite possibly the best thing that's ever happened in my life, because it finally makes me feel like I'm not the weirdest kid on the block (or at least the Schmidtist).

There's something reassuring about this show that correlates so spot on with my life, mostly because nothing every quite romantically works out for Jess, Schmidt, Nick, or Winston. It's as if they each fall in love (or lust...Schmidt) multiple times within the few seasons, and each time they think they've finally found the one and then someone messes up and they're all at square one all over again, sitting on the couch all snuggled up together in their misery of break-ups. It makes you feel like you just wanna squeeze right in there, and brew a cup of coffee and sulk with all of your roommates/besties about their miserable lives (ahh...comfort at it's finest).

It's shows like New Girl that really rock, you know? They just rock, and they're cool, and edgy and totally hipster, and allow you to really create these unhealthy pseudo-realtionships with these fictional characters. Then it just seeps into your blood stream and possesses you to the point that New Girl is the only thing you can talk about when engaging in actual real-life conversations. Sorry, if you've ever hear me squeal, crack-up, or reminisce about my problem of binge watching this glorious and fabulously hilarious show.

In short: If you don't watch New Girl, you're life is a sham. GO YOUTHS!

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