The Conclusion of the Grape Saga (We Hope Anyway)

All right. So. Concerning Preference.

I decide to ask Ryan; Hillary decides to ask Robert, Ryan's roommate. Theoretically we should be able to do it at the same time. Theoretically.

Hillary's plan: she has a bag of Goldfish. Her name is hidden somewhere on the bag, and she plans to leave a note, which read something like "Out of all the fish in the sea, I'd like to go to
preference with you! I'd go crackers if you said no Robert! P.S. My name is hidden on the bag of Goldfish."

My plan: Take advantage of the inside jokes. I buy tons of grapes. I plan to spell out "DANCE?" in grapes in front of his door, with identifying features such as "for Ryan" and "from Jenna" on the grape bag…

Our plans combined… doorbell ditch them both at the same time.

So, we head over to Shipp Hall (the men's hall) and walk up the stairs, laden with Goldfish and grapes. But… Robert is chilling in the lobby, precisely where we don't want him to be.

Escape… we have to escape… we knock on Clifton's door, and ask, "Is Clifton there?" His roommates, who answered, say "No…" So, Hillary asks, "Well, is Alex there?" And we barge in and shut the door hastily. No one is there except Benny and Nathan… and we explain our situation to them… We have their apartment as an escape.

Well, as we were hastily closing the door, it had appeared as if Robert was going back into his room. We walk out of Clifton's apartment, and… there is Robert, chilling on the couch. Too
comfortably. Like… he'd never leave.

He asks, "So, what are you guys doing? Dropping something off for Clifton?" I really wish right now that Robert wasn't my home teacher, so that he wouldn't be obligated to speak to us…

Hillary says loudly… "WELL, I GUESS SINCE CLIFTON ISN'T HERE, WE'LL COME BACK LATER!" We hastily leave.

Back in the apartment, we try to come up with some bizarre plot to get Robert back inside his room. Coming up blank, we realize that we can still leave the grape message… that's not for Robert. But, we hide the Goldfish and note in my purse… just in case, by some miracle. In
Shipp Hall again, we stop on the stairs to solidify our plan… Robert walks by to his door, sees us, and starts talking to us again. "You're back!" "Yes, we are." "…What are you doing?" "…Plotting." "Oh… well, see you later." And with that, he enters his room… and shuts the
door!

What luck! We dash up the stairs to his door, and drop the note, and are about to drop the Goldfish when… the door opens. Robert is coming back out. "Oh…" Hillary immediately and flusteredly yells at him, "YOU'RE SUCH A BUM!" He sees the note… with his name on it… "That's for me?" He picks up the Goldfish, and asks, "From which one of you?" Hillary is bright red, and I am on the floor planting grapes in the shape of letters…

"I… guess I'll go inside then…" And he closes the door with our promise to guard his computer… which we didn't notice until then. Whoops. For some strange reason, he leaves the Goldfish and note on the floor outside.

We busiedly spell out "DANCE?" on the ground… and it seems all is almost well. Hillary figures we still might as well knock… And we dash down the stairs the basement… Hillary has enough tact to yell, "WE'RE SUCH NERDS!"… unfortunately, right as the door opens.

We exit out the basement door, and take the long way home, laughing hysterically… and wondering what else could have gone wrong. "Well… at least Ryan wasn't out there too!" So true. That would have definitely made it much worse. :D

Well, we wait for a while… and finally we start family home evening… during the opening prayer, there is a loud knock on my door. And at the cue of "Amen" Hillary and I leap off our butts and dash to the door. Somehow Jackie gets there first and opens it… and says, "Jenna-Jenna!" Hillary also gets there first… and immediately starts squealing "Yaaay!!!!"

I finally get to look out my own door… and there on the ground, spelled in grapes, "HECK YES!" It was so great. Except I was just like… Oh. My. Goodness. Robert hasn't responded to Hillary yet… but then again, I did provide an obvious way to respond, unlike Hillary.

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