TJ: It's like string theory.
Luke: What do you know about string theory?
TJ: Don't underestimate me, Luke. I read. And I watch Battlestar Galactica.
Luke: Look, Lorelai and I just did not work out.
Liz: You were on different planes. It could have worked out if there was a wormhole between your plane and her plane. It was like that movie with, um, Keanu Reeves and Sandra Bullock.
TJ: Exactly!
Liz: You're living in the same house, man, but you are a couple years apart in the space-time continuum.
TJ: What house? It was a bus. Oh! I thought you were talking about Speed. It applies, too.
Luke: Lorelai and I didn't break up because we weren't on the same place in a space-time continuum or because there weren't any wormholes. We broke up because we weren't right for each other. It wasn't space. It wasn't time. It was us, okay? We didn't belong together. We never really belonged together. We wanted to, but... we never did. That's it.

Don't get me wrong, I hate Liz and TJ, but this? With the mention of BSG, and then saying Luke and Lor are like Sandra Bullock and Keanu in The Lake House, but then mentioning Speed and saying it still applies? EPIC. I love Gilmore Girls.

So, here's the thing about my watching of BSG: didn't plan it. Nope. Saw a Lena Olin doppelganger on Greys, commented to it to Yubs, and all of the sudden I am a Lauroslin fangirl and this extra super fan of Papadama/Lauroslin and that's pretty much my life now.

However, my netflix queue is all HEY WE GOTS SOME PROGRAMS FOR YOU TO WATCH, and they sent me disc one of 'In Treatment.' Which I totally wanted to watch, it's got Lauren Reed and Professor Baer from Little Women and I was like, um, what's not to like?

But dude. I don't know if it's just my mind protecting itself from intaking another entire cast of characters and backstories (because, man, the amount of TV shows I watch is frightening) but damn was it boring. It even started with Lauren's episode and I was still like "nothing... is... happening... WHY" even though the whole point is how it's a therapy session and it's all talk and hence the genius. But I felt tired at the idea of listening to Lauren's problems. Which is so not like me, I'm all PROBLEMS BRING THEM ON PLZ. (No, seriously, think about this. Sydney, troubles. Lauroslin, troubles of an unimaginable variety. HIMYM, Ted's douchebaggery. Buffy, Buffy's issues. Gilmore Girls, everyone having troubles. I LOVE DRAMA. And this I'm like, Lauren, why did you wait outside his office for five hours and not go home and wash your face?)

(Also, BSG makes me cry. Damn you Yubs!)

I promise, just a final "i <3 Emily" post for a while because... well. I love Emily. And I especially loved her in "Ted Koppel's Big Night Out," which will always be The Yale/Harvard Game episode to me. Because when Emily learns that Papa Gilmore has been seeing Pennilyn Lott once a year for almost forty years and then she turns it on Lorelai? Oh man. It was some brilliant acting. And in "PS I Lo..." I hated Rory, but oh man. Emily and Papa Gilmore rocked on. (I hate Digger, for the record.)

And Paris! ... I knew she dated a professor from the episodes I saw at Monica's house, but they never showed the professor. Michael York, y'all! Michael effing York! I love him, and his voice is to die for, but... MICHAEL YORK. The man was in "Cabaret" for God's sake! Paris! Dude!

In other news, my parents bought a new set of sofas for the living room that I won't be able to really enjoy, and that makes me so, so sad. And I went to Publix for the last time (possibly.) And the cream the dermatologist gave me to wash with makes me SO ITCHY. Or something does.

I have so many errands to run. And my life to pack up. Gom.

(1) I am all about TV shows having their own music. I definitely loved Michael Giacchino for Alias's original music; it added something special.

However, the strummy la las on Gilmore Girls drives me crazy. Crazy! All they do is act like they forgot the words! And strum! The guitar! It was cute at first, but I am so sick of it. As sick as I am of "Where You Lead." Arg.

(2) They keep showing ads for "Step Up" or whatever that new dance movie is, and now I actually want to see it. It seems all Dirty Dancingish! I was about to say something like "I love dance movies!" but I really don't. I was the girl who always fastforwarded through lengthy dance sequences in old musicals, such as Oklahoma or Singin' in the Rain. And I love the ad and the posters and even the damn font they're using for the posters. I probably won't see it anyway, just because... it probably isn't worth $7 student admission.

(3) I am fiiinally getting my haircut tomorrow. And it's kind of freaking me out because I knew that was one of the main things I knew I had to do before going away and... I'm going to do it. Oh man.

(4) I got a letter from UF telling me about the rooming situation and what's going on with my temporary triple and stuff. I still haven't heard from the second roommate.

My parents are now in some fabulous suite on Miami Beach because, get this, the room they paid for wasn't ready when they got there. They show up before check-in and their room isn't ready, and they get a suite. WITH TWO BATHROOMS. There are only two of them! And a 30-inch plasma screen TV! They get to have all the fun.

I am almost entirely caught up with the Gilmore Girls! Season Three is finished, I watched the third one from Season Four yesterday, and I watched four episodes of season one today. Comparatively, everyone looks better in the later years. Emily especially, but Sookie improves a lot with the honey hair. Also, Lorelai stops wearing pants that do weird things to her legs and ass. And Rory looks like such a baby! Oh man! That said, the episode where Papa Gilmore got sick and had to go to the hospital made me cry. They were playing the daddy card, which always works with me anyway, but oh man. When Emily was saying that Richard was not allowed to die, and that she insisted on going first, all the while fighting tears? Slayed me. As in, o, I am slain. It was wonderful.

Only four more episodes to watch!

Today I was supposed to go out with Talisa but she got shanghaied, so I watched more Gilmore Girls. I have the season finale of Season three, and then I'll be caught up there, but I have the third disc of Season One to contend with. So, so confusing.

( Memes )

I have hereby declared this month to be July. Still. Forever. Not because I have any particular fondness for the month of July, or because I'm in denial about my imminent departure to adulthood, but because Nadia is Miss July on my Alias calendar and I feel like I missed her all month, and August is Eric Weiss. And while I have lost the ire I felt towards him before, I still don't want to trade Nadia to Eric. Therefore, in my bedroom, it's still *July* (duh, fingers).

Also, I am very mad at ABCFamily. I have not yet seen enough episodes of the Gilmore Girls to qualify as a Gilmore Girls Guru, but give me some time, ABCF! I could do it, dammit! Why didn't ABC ever ask for like, an Alias Oracle or something? Goddammit, I can answer everything about that damn show, and I could've won a trip for four to LA to see filming! And I would've been like, beyond ecstatic. Also, I hate that while I was entering said sweepstakes that I had to register with ABC Family website, and they were like, member names nazis.

Although really, it turns out you don't really need to do anything to enter, which makes me sad. I wanted to prove myself!

I got a letter from UF saying that my room is a temporary triple, which is interesting. I still haven't contacted my roommates because I'm a coward. Completely. Sigh.

I would like to start this entry by saying I miss those days where I actually did things. Even if those things were only going to school. At least they were things. Yesterday I watched the Germany/Italy game and today I watched the Portugal/France one. And all I can say is, yaaaay Italy and France! I am going to have problems tomorrow watching it, because while I love France with all my heart, the only hot player on the team is Zidane, who I could never marry because he would ruin my objective of moving up in the alphabet.

Today I went with my dad to the dry cleaners and to lunch. That is seriously it. Other than that, the notable events in my day have consisted of watching the Gilmore Girls on ABC Family. It's the beginning of Season Three, but it's fine, because zingers need no background, and it's not too hard. My main problem seems to be that I can find no redeeming qualities to Jess. I'm looking for them, I swear! But today he was mean to Luke! And I like Luke! Not as much as I like Lorelai, but still!

Um, ficathon is due in about two weeks, and I haven't written anything in about that length of time, and while I'm over the word limit, I am no where near done. Anywhere. Not in the vicinity.

Also, IB exam scores are out tomorrow, and it kind of makes me sick to think about. Those numbers are my entire high school career in a nutshell. A very small nutshell that decides whether or not those numbers add up to give me my diploma. Sweet heavenly god.

ETA: Um, apparently IB scores come out at all different times! How exciting. I've heard about four people receiving it, which makes me feel better, but oh man. It's so much more real.