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My sister has now gotten into law school at Georgetown, Northwestern, Berkeley, Penn, University of Chicago, NYU, Columbia, Harvard, and Yale and possibly one more that I can't remember right now. She's still waiting on Stanford, and I'm like, who do the people at Stanford think they are? Perhaps in the attempt to take her brain down from the agony of the pedestal of brilliance and overachievement, she is now watching Felicity for the first time. Clearly, I could not be more excited about this! I will never be as smart as my sister. My brothers and I might as well all be sitting around sucking our thumbs and throwing doo doo at each other in the sandbox compared to her. And because I will never be like her, not really, it delights me that in this way she is being like me! She is watching the episodes six at a time, devouring them like a proper couch potato, and picking out many of my same favorite moments such as, "Hannah? Her name is Hannah?" I went over Sunday night for burritos, "Thanksgiving," and "Finally," and we laughed so hard, especially at "Finally," because let's face it, it's one of the funniest episodes ever, what with the you are SO not fit to be an R.A.-ing and the smart powder fiasco. And we must have rewound the post-bathroom-makeout tousled hair "What should we DO?" inquiry of Felicity about the turkey in "Thanksgiving" about ten times because it's straight up comedy, people. I am forbidden to indicate by word, deed, sigh, or eyebrow raising what's to come, so I try really hard not to make comments, but she asks me questions constantly! And I just have to say, "I'm not saying anything!" even though it's really very hard. I told her to make sure she has the first disc of season two in hand before she finishes the last episode of season one so she is not driven INSANE like the rest of us were that summer. Of course I am really happy that she likes it, and I'm really glad to talk about the episodes with her as she goes, but it is near impossible to do so without talking about what happens later! And with season three not coming out until this summer and season four probably not coming out until next year, she is up a creek as far as seeing how the series ends unless she cracks and looks online. Somehow I think she has the steel will not to, though, sheerly on the evidence that she was able to crank out applications of such caliber that she got into every single school to which she applied and she never did one single iota of a thing you're supposed to do to prepare yourself for admission to law school except on a whim decide to ace the LSAT with a mindblowing 176 and write some kick-ass essays and get rave recommendations from all of her employers and they're only the top schools in the nation to boot. And all of this Felicity-watching is all well and good, but it gets kind of discombobulating, because I'm watching parts of and discussing season one with her, and I'm watching season two at home, and reading season four transcripts on my lunch break, and it's really getting kind of out of control. I guess that there's never been a time in my life when I haven't been obsessed with one television show or another, and this one seems to pop up in little cycles for me more often than most, but certainly there are worse shows out there I could be focused on. I have a feeling this attention will shift next month as soon as the Freaks and Geeks box set comes out and I jump back on the Daniel Desario love train.
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