I’m almost finished reading Jane Eyre and must admit that I really liked the book. I’m still excited to find out what happens in the end and I have kept a little notepad next to me while reading to scribble down some of the beautiful lines (one of which I used for the title of this post as I thought it was fitting).

I don’t think I’ll be trying to get into Wuthering Heights anytime soon. Instead I have just ordered Moby Dick and Lord of the Flies, and Stephenie Meyer’s Eclipse and New Moon. So all these should keep me busy for the time being if I’m not occupied pacing back and forth in my room, brooding over my apartment situation.

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.

I spent more than three hours looking for a prom dress today. For a prom dress I didn’t want in the first place for the Graduation Ball I never planned on going to until in a minute of mind blankness I bought tickets for me and my parents. And told them about the ball.

I didn’t find a dress today. I hate dresses and my body is just not made for dresses. Is that a sign? Besides the fact that I don’t want to go, anyway? I think, yes.

So now I’m out a whole precious day of my life, 60 euros ($ 95) for the tickets and endless nerves lost in the process.

Hallelujah.