I just finished watching the final episode of Gilmore Girls and I can’t believe what a sucky job the writers have done. Nothing’s been finished up! You can so tell that they decided just a couple of episodes before the end of the season that it was going to be the last one and then everything was wrapped up in a hurry - and not good wrapped up but really, really badly.

What happened to Rory and Logan after a three-year relationship? They spilt up and move on without one more word? Of course I was extremely invested in their relationship because I just thought Logan was so perfect for the Rory character so I’m all biased about it and I didn’t want a happy ending where Rory marries Logan because that would not have been realistic but come on! - they loved each other, were together for three years and then he just says goodbye and that’s it?

How come Lorelei and Luke make all nice-nice all of a sudden? Lane and Zack? And any other storyline was just dropped. Just like that.

Man, I have never been this disappointed with a series’ final.

I ordered season 6 and 7 on DVD, anyway, because up until the last couple of episodes I liked these seasons better than any of the other. Still, knowing now how it ends, will make it all a little bittersweet. They’ll be here on Monday.

But seriously, worst final ever.

Not really.

It’s the season again and although it seemingly just started, I’m already aggrivated. I hate allergies. It’s the same every year: all throughout fall, winter and most of spring I tend to forget about how annoying they truly are and then there’s one day, usually in May, where all hell breaks loose and I can’t even get up because my eyes are all swollen and itchy, my throat itches, my nose is drippy, and I’m in a general state of, SOMEONE PUT ME OUT OF MY MISERY! That day is today.

I’m supposed to go to my aunt’s birthday party today. So now on top of not wanting to go, anyway, I have to deal with the allergies.

I hate going out when they’re this bad because I just look all deformed and tired and I’m really uncomfortable. My brother said he’d only make a quick stop there tonight so maybe instead of sitting there all night long, I may just go with him instead.

I hate any sort of medication but my mom managed to convince me to take a pill every night for the allergies which I’ve been doing since the beginning of May and I thought everything was fine because I, then, didn’t have any major problems anymore.

Turns out that, evidently, the season actually just started today.

I love summer. Not.

In all seriousness, I CANNOT WAIT FOR CHRISTMAS.

It’s thundering outside but, most fascinatingly, it’s not raining but lightning with just seconds in between. It’s been going on for over an hour and I have never witnessed anything like that around here. I know these summer storms from Kentucky but we just don’t have ‘em here. Until now, apparently.

I could stand by the open window and look at the storm forever. It doesn’t get old, never ever will. I went downstairs to mention something about it to my parents and my dad started rambling about some guy on TV who is about to donate 100,000 euros for whichever good cause. It’s astounding, my dad said.

No, it’s not.

Dark, monstrous clouds, piling up, everywhere, lightning striking down, coming closer, in the distance, then closer, light and bright and then low-key, rain starting to fall from the sky, slowly, gently at first, then touching ground hard, the wind picks up, it rushes through the trees and the bushes, through the grass, through my hair, the thundering, the lightning, the unexpected, the unpredicted, so powerful and genius and beautiful - that is astounding. It’s fascinating, mesmerizing, and so perfect in sound, appearance and smell.

I could watch this for hours and hours while listening to country music, closing my eyes, taking it all in and wishing that I was in Kentucky right now, out in the country, where you can see lightning on the horizon, where there’s no walls and houses any direction you turn.

That’s where I belong. That’s where I can be happy. That’s where I want to sit out on the deck all night, in the summer rain, and feel the storm approaching, raging and blowing past. I know that’s what I need.

It’s who I am.

ETA: That’s what I’m talking about, man.