The Grape Motif

This week has been uber-stressful... but, like any stressful week, there are times when stress-ridden people have some pretty hilarious experiences... And this week, grapes happen to be it. The reason for such stress? Our first government midterm which covered an ENORMOUS
amount of material. I think in total I studied about fifteen hours for it, and I ended up getting an 82, but now my goal is to always do better than that on future ones! :D

Well, here's Grape Story #1... I hope you enjoy it.

Ryan randomly asked me if I liked grapes one night... Well, I happened to be hungry at the time (when am I not hungry?) and immediately I imagined big, juicy, purple grapes... so of course I
have to respond with a yes. So, in the end, Ryan and I have plans to eat all his surplus grapes... which I think is a very good idea, since I <3 grapes.

I forget to inform Rachel and Hillary about the grape eating festival, and when he asks me after government class if I'd like some grapes, Rachel says, "WHAT?" ... Must have seemed truly random I suppose. Quite truly. So Ryan comes over with grapes. And Ryan, my roommates,
and I all eat massive amounts of grapes... and the grapes disappear within a few minutes. But we continue to have fun, listening to Beatles and having funny conversations...

And I forget why, but Ryan makes a VERY bizarre noise. Like... the kind I usually make. Rachel comes out of the hallway, and demands to know why I made the freaky noise... I mean, why should she suspect someone else, huh? I'm always making strange noises and exclamations.

I immediately point the finger at Ryan. Rachel gives me and incredulous look, clearly meaning, "Yeah right. I know you did it, Jenna..." But then Ryan makes the bizarre and indescribable noise once more, and Rachel, overcome with surprise and shock, collapses on the floor in hysterical and quite helpless laughter. No one can see her in the kitchen, but she is writhing on the floor, gasping for breath. I keep trying to tell her that I had been telling the truth, and that I had done my best to warn her, but my pitiful attempts to ease her helpless laughter come to no avail, and she continues to writhe on the floor for about fifteen minutes. Sadly, this is not an
exaggeration. It was quite painful to watch... quite.

But... it wasn't me who made the noise for once. For once. Poor Rachel.

Alas! That is the conclusion of Grape Story #1! Here approaches Grape Story #2!

Two days later, I come home to discover grapes upon the dear table. I am overcome with joy, and leap toward them, exclaiming, "AMAZING!!!! GRAPES!!!!" Rachel happens to be in the kitchen, cooking something or other, and we immediately glance at each other, realzing each other to be thinking EXACTLY the same thing.

We burst into song. "Amaaaazi-i-iing graaaapes, hoooow sweeeet the-e taaaste... that saaaved a-a-a wretch li-ike me!" (Funny aside: the MoTab on TV just started singing Amazing Grace). We proceed to make ridiculously sad puns concerning grapes and grace.

Concerning the government midterm, I quip that I was "saved by the grapes of God", and we proceed to make many borderlining-on-blasphemous grape-grace puns. Sadly enough, the tune
for "Amazing Grapes" remains stuck in our heads like stubborn superglue for the several days, and even remains so now. Stupid superglue... should have thought about the consequences of having such a song stuck in our heads for time and all eternity.

Anyway, that is all as far as grapes go.

As an addendum, I proceeded to have an emotional breakdown (a very loooooong fit of hysterical laughter the night before the midterm)...and was writhing on the floor for a period of time that seemed to be an hour to me. I laughed so hard I was weeping... really, it was amazing. Truly. I highly recommend long fits of laughter to anyone... you can get rid of the most amazing loads of stress that way. :D