I am talking, of course, about Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

I don't really know what to say. I was okay with ending it this season; it was a good stopping-point, and time to move on. But that's only my intellectual side, saying that. My emotional side is a weeping, wailing mess. Buffy has been my absolute favorite show for five years. I think that Buffy will go down in history as my favorite show of all time. (It's nice to have a ready answer to at least one of the "What's your favorite..." questions.)

I always had faith in Joss and his vision for the show. Even when they were doing the ridiculous "Willow is addicted to magic" storyline, even when stupid Riley was around, I tried to keep the faith. I stayed away from spoilers and even from the recaps at times, because I never wanted to lose the absolute love I have for this show. And I don't think I ever did. I loved it until the end.

As for the finale (spoiler alert) I thought it was great. It didn't top the list of my favorite episodes ever, but I thought it was an excellent way to go out-- come on, they obliterated Sunnydale! And the sign falling into the crater was a classic Joss moment. I was convinced Faith was going to die, so that one of the potentials would get her power. What really happened was so very much cooler than that! I love being unspoiled.

But I just have to say: I knew exactly how Spike's story arc would end. Didn't I tell him so myself?

Off the top of my head, my favorite episodes are: Becoming Part II, Innocence, Hush, Tabula Rasa, Band Candy, Something Blue, The Body (even though I can't bear to watch it again), The Prom, and Wish. And my favorite episode ever: Once More, With Feeling. Not a particularly shocking list, but there you have it. God, what an incredible show.

I have some people I'd like to thank, both good and evil. Okay, no, I guess just Joss Whedon for having such an incredible fucking talent, and my cousin and sister, for going to work on Angel and Firefly. From the time I stood next to David Boreanaz to the time I talked to Nathan Fillion on the phone to the time I shook James Marsters' hand, I knew I was the luckiest girl in the world.

Ever since I put in a mirror in the wealth sector of my room, things have been looking up for me financially. The latest is that I am going to be working on materials development for the tutoring people.

The SAT is going to be changing formats soon, and they need people to help create and develop new tutoring materials and strategies. I submitted a resume, and voila! I am one of the few, the happy few, the band of buggered.

This is good because it is taking place over the summer, when tutoring jobs themselves are scarce. Tutoring less will make a nice break for me (oh, will it ever) but not for my bank account. And this is work that I can do at home, on my own time. It will be nice not to have to drive all over the world (in my uninsured car) for a change.

I look forward to someday having a real job. In the interim, it's nice to be financially solvent. Thank you, feng shui!

Now I just have to figure out what to do about my love sector. Maybe I can put in a disco ball and call it the luuuuuuuve sector. I'll be in a healthy relationship before you know it! Either that, or I'll turn into the guy from Shaft. I suppose it could be worse.

Speaking of unhealthy relationships, I embarrassed myself in spectacular fashion yesterday. So of course, what I do is, I rush here and tell my five hundred closest friends all about it! I have no shame. None whatsoever. But I think you'll agree that the story needed to be told.

It all started because I was working with the Boy of Inappropriate Age. Janis likes to tease me and BIA. (Such as: "Oh, are you waiting for me to leave, so the making out can begin?" BIA: "Sure." Me: "Well, duh!") In other words, it's an open secret and long-running joke that I think BIA is adorable. He probably thinks I am crazy, but whatever.

At one point, I was standing around eating a fruit cup. We just got these new fruit cups in, and they have a bunch of all my favorite fruit: grapes, pineapple, strawberries, what-have-you. But they also have my two least-favorite fruits: cantaloupe and honeydew. I ate everything I liked and then, before throwing the rest away, I turned to BIA and said (and I am not making this up) "Hey, do you want my melons?"

Whereupon I turned bright pink and started giggling madly; he just smiled. I am a regular Mrs. Robinson, don't you think? Very smooth.