"Every Editor-In-Chief's First Name Has Started With an A."

Once upon a last spring, I was obsessed with a show called The Paper. If I didn't tell you about this, you're lucky. It was an eight-episode MTV reality show about a high school newspaper in Florida, and this was the beauty of it: It wasn't in New York or L.A. It took place at an otherwise normal public school in Weston, Florida, that just so happened to have an award-winning paper.

The best character on the show was, by far, Amanda Lorber. She wasn't especially charming or smart or bitchy. She was unapologetically herself and was the editor-in-chief. (Note: One of the funniest things about the show was that all the paper's staffers called the head-honcho gig the "In-Chief" job. I have never heard this abbreviation used anywhere else. God, that's soooooooo H.S. clubby. LOVE.)

Beyond Amanda, there's Alex, who used to be really good friends with Amanda but found a new group of friends between junior and senior years (I suspect he started smoking pot?) and is now too cool for Amanda. There's Adam, who lives for drama and is an Ice Capades-loving gay. There's Gina, who's a cunning bitch who's not so big on hangin' with girls, and her boyfriend Trevor, who no doubt spends hours staring at himself in the mirror.

I'm telling you, this is good shit. And it's all online. This is the stuff Sunday afternoons are made of. To prove my devotion, a screenshot of A.L.'s Facebook page because, yup, I befriended her—in the online stalker sense of the word.