Don't Worry. Be Happy! - 
by B-Side
Good news, everyone. Paula Walnuts has officially checked herself into therapy. In a much heralded episode of The Real World (at least, according to the New York Times), our favorite dysfunctional roomie finally sought some professional help from a local psychologist. Will this bring an end to her drunken tantrums, rampant eating disorders, and occasional panic attacks? Eh, probably not for a while. But at least now when we see Paula going bonkers in the house, we don't have to feel guilty about it. We no longer need to feel ashamed for mocking a girl so lost and adrift in life. She's getting help, people! It's okay to laugh! Right?
Last night's episode began on a very The Graduate meets Karen Carpenter note: Paula floating in a pool. As the opening bars of "The Sound of Silence" chimed in my head, Paula relayed to a nearby Svetlana how her conversation with John the previous night had really brought about an epiphany. For those of you who missed it, last week, John told Paula that she didn't have to be the same old troubled girl. She could take this chance to start fresh. Yay!
"Oh my God. John is right," Paula told us this week. "It almost woke me up to have it laid out so simply. Like you don't have to not be okay. He's like you can be okay." Wow! What a bombshell discovery. Paula doesn't have to feel crappy. She can feel good! Well, that solves that! Who wants tacos?
Alas, nothing is ever that simple, but at least Paula felt moved to action. The camera then trained on footage of the pool's deep end, followed by some random b-roll of the fish tank. Get it? It's like saying she's gonna go off the deep end unless she breaks free of this fishbowl. Or something like that.
Anyway, the phone rang in the house, and Paula answered it with her regressive baby-girl voice -- the same one that Paris Hilton uses from time to time (to equally annoying effect). I feared that the ugly specter of Keith would be on the other end of the phone, but thankfully, it was a guy named Fred Covan. He was a psychologist, and hopefully, he'd be able to reverse Paula's high speed sprint towards total self-destruction. It wouldn't be an easy task. Paula had to first shed her nerves. "I'm really scared I have to go and talk to a stranger," she said. Uh, what exactly have you been doing for the past month? Oh, that's right. Divulging your inner-most pain to ALL OF AMERICA. I think somehow you'll deal with Dr. Covan.
In less fascinating news, Zach's local buddy Crystal (once "new friend," now "Zach's Crush") came over, and the two hung out in a hammock where they babbled about all sorts of inane things. Zach rambled about how the Key West experience was going to be so important to him and how this was going to be a once in a lifetime experience and blah blah blah. Crystal happily humored him and then said, "I'm more of a people pleaser, you know? I like other people to be happy. If everybody's happy, then I'm happy. That's how I am." Basically, that was her way of saying she wanted to give him a blow job.
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