So I'm watching Gilmore Girls tonight - An hour later than the rest of the eastern time zone cuz I gots to get my Idol fix - and what I had thought was going to be a happy episode turned into Jewlz sitting on the couch in a soggy puddle.  I'll scroll down so that anyone not wanting to be spolied doesn't have to be.

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So if you watched last week's ep, you know that Logan was going to propose to Rory. (That scene alone brought me to tears, the significance of the man asking the mother for her daughter's hand not lost on me, being of the single parent family. *Sniffle* )

And Lorelai singing to Luke??  How puuuuuurfect was that?  Its like every singer's perfect scene, only to have it fucked up by circumstance and bad timing this week.  I'm such a Luke and Lorelai fan I don;t know what to do with myself, so that really painful moment outside the diner this week tweaked an already sore spot. *Cue the trickle of tears*

SO this week, Rory graduates from Yale.  Big yeah, much of the happeh!  A perfect day right?  I mean I watched her graduate from highschool with the rest of the GG fans and bawled like a baby (and still do) during that episode.

And Logan pops the question to Rory in front of everyone at a swanky Gilmore party.  She can't tell him yes right away, so everything is built up for this release of tension when she finally accepts, right?  WRONG!  She tells him she's not ready and he just stares very cooly at her and says "goodbye Rory", like the three years they spent together meant absolutely nothing. *and now comes the empathetic - with the emphasis on PATHETIC- blubbering*

So the episode ends kind of anti-climactic (excuse the spelling at this hour of the night).  I pull myself together thinking it has to get better.  Then WHAM!  The previews for nest week announce that its the Series Finale.  The WHAT THE FUCK!!?? *cue uncontrolable sobbing*

 Aparently, I've been living under a rock, b/c I had no idea they were ending the show.  Yes, I know the orginal creator of the show Amy Sherman-Palladino only intended 7 seasons.  It makes sense - 3 years of high school and 4 years of college - there's not much story left.  But I'm not ready to give it up just yet.  I know it sound utterly ridiculous, to be going on about a television show when there are so many other important things happening in the world, but I've become so emotionally invested in this, I feel like I'm losing a part of myself.  I always found I related to this show b/c Loreali and Rory and the gang so closely resembled the way my friends and I interact, that I felt as though these fictional characters had become a part of my family in a weird way.  Hell, I have the most significant moment of my life to date tied to an episode of Gilmore Girls "Kill Me Now"- ironically - from season 1,  when Rory goes Golfing with Richard was the episode on the day my father passed away.  I know this because I remember the hat - and I left the room about 10 minutes before Dad died to finish the episode - and he made a comment about the silly hat.  Yes, its od what the brain remembers - but I digress.

So I guess the whole point of this blog (if something this trivial -can- have a point) is that I'm not sure what I'm going to do with myself on Tuesdays when the show is over.  And I'm irrationally sad about it.