Today I had the experience of my day coming full circle. I woke up this morning for work and pulled a Lorelai on my way to work. I threw pancakes into a zip-loc bag, poured syrup into the bag, closed it and shook it up. Remember when she did that in Season Four at Jason's house? After work I headed straight to my Brit Lit final. Mind you it was still before seven a.m. at this point. The final went well; the questions were exactly what I anticipated. And despite the few interruptions from lost students searching for the rooms their finals were in {poor souls} everything went smashingly. After a four-hour nap, I studied, ran some errands, witnessed a drug deal at the mall, and then studied until I couldn't take it anymore. I believe that the stress incurred by finals week has finally caught up with me. I have been an emotional wreck all day; tears have come more than once. I feel like Jerry in "The Chicken Roaster".
I now sit on my couch pulling another Lorelai: I'm eating chips and salsa, watching the Gilmore Girls themselves, and drinking a wicked mocktail* I concocted earlier. I am about to begin working on my Shakespeare final {not exactly a Lorelai thing to do} It's more of a Rory thing, but technically her name is also Lorelai, so I'm still covered.
Is it terribly pathetic that everything in my life most closely relates to fictional characters?
Naw.
*Recipe for Mocktail
1 part apple-cherry juice
1 part orange juice
1 part apple-cherry juice
1 part orange juice
2 comments:
You are too funny girl!
That sounds like a powerful drink. Heehee.
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