A couple of years ago my dad mentioned to me how "GREAT" Game of Thrones was and how I "NEEDED" to watch it. Old time, gory shows were never of interest to me and I didn't feel like I needed to watch it at the time. I always perceived it as a guys show which is terrible because I later realized that everyone and their mother was also watching the show as well.

At that time I had watched a few episodes with my family at the lake house since almost every family member of mine in that house was addicted to that show. I honestly enjoyed the episodes I did see, but never really thought about starting from the beginning.

Now here we are at the end of May 2019 and I am completely finished with the entire show. The sad part about this is I started at the beginning of May. Now it may seem like I have time on my hands, but I don't. I have a job where I'm pretty much scheduled every day, a boyfriend and a family who I almost see every chance that I can get.

Honestly, I don't know how I finished eight seasons in under a month, but that definitely says something about the show. I was intrigued from the beginning and I guess there was no turning back for me. I loved how creative each "house" was in the show and how many stories led to one big one.

I would like to thank my boyfriend and everyone on twitter who wouldn't shut up about this show because without you I probably wouldn't of spent 99.9% of May binge watching the most watched TV show. I hate to say that I hopped on the bandwagon, but I guess it was worth it.