Do you remember that episode of Felicity, when she was at graduation and Ben wrote that thing in her yearbook which caused her to abandon premed at Stanford to follow him to New York? And then it turned out that Ben wasn't really interested in getting to know her at all, but that he liked the Pink Ranger instead, who also happened to be Felicity's first and only friend in the city, and then Felicity almost decided to just quit, but when her dad came to get her and give her the key to her new car, she had this really intense moment and put her thumb on the panic button and decided to stay?
That was about the time that I decided I was going to have to go to NYU for college. Because all my life I have maintained that I am basically Felicity without all that curly hair. (I have my reasons.)
The punch line of this story is the part where I applied to four schools, one of which being NYU, and only got into one, the one which wasn't NYU.
(Go Cougars!)
So I hardened my heart and decided I was "too good" for that "stinky old NYU anyway," because when you are seventeen these are just the sorts of things that are easy to believe, and it's nicer that way.
Seventeen is never a particularly bright time in anyone's life, in case you've ever noticed.
Also, I really wanted Felicity to end up with Noel. But didn't you, though?
These days I am at incredible odds with myself, on the inside, you see.
On the one hand, how proud of your husband could you be, considering he got into the Number One LLM Program In The Country and has the distinct pleasure of taking out a whopping $70,000 in student loans for a ten-month period of time?
Pretty stinking proud, am I right?
But on the other hand, it is not entirely in my constitution to allow for my husband to be smarter than me, or more attractive than me to certain institutions, if you follow.
I am discussing pride here.
You should know I am swallowing it, and it tastes like a huckleberry shake. (Thank you, Arctic Circle. Love your fry sauce.)
But anyway, that Felicity, matron saint of doing really stupid things. Like that hair cut? And dating that wussy guy from the health clinic? And then the Noel/Ben/Noel/Ben/Noel thing but then there was some apartment fire? So back to Ben but in an alternate reality, and then she also goes back to med school anyway? Or something?
I really did love that Javier.
All I am really saying here is that I am about to finally have my Felicity experience, ten years later. Moving across the country on a whim at the last minute because I am following a boy? Not knowing where I'll be living until I am there? Saying "hey" a lot and wearing baggy sweaters?
Come to think of it, my hair is looking pretty puffy lately.
Anyway, this was my favorite episode.
You can watch the clip, or if you're like me and your computer refuses to play YouTubes (my computer wants me to throw it away, and I am this close), you can pretend I didn't post it and answer me the following question instead (or also, do you see these nice options I give you?):
Is my Holbs a Ben, or a Noel?
Discuss.
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