Plan B

No, not like the birth control. Maybe like the birth control.

More like the last episode of 30 Rock, when TGS was almost cancelled and Liz found herself without a plan B. What kind of plan did real-life Liz have for her impending graduation?

So she sat in her favorite coffee shop sipping vanilla latte and listening to Augustana's "Boston" on repeat. She contemplated her life to date and her future (while she was supposed to be doing important work, of course)...

When she was in middle school, she thought she had everything figured out. And then, when she was in high school, she thought she REALLY had everything figured out. And then in college, each year brought with it another epiphany, another "aha!" moment where she was certain she knew the answers to all of life's mysteries and really, truly, had it all figured out.

Boy was she a moron.

Here she stood, on the precipice of a brand new life, and all she could think to herself was:

What now?

It suddenly occurred to Liz that she really didn't have anything figured out; that everything up until this point in time had been figured out for her. She had spent her entire life under the shelter of the education system and now had to start life all over again. The next chapter.

No more summers. No more spring breaks. No more GPA. Now Liz had to come up with plans A, B, and C to ensure her survival in the shark-infested waters of the Real World.

She felt as if she were on the initial incline on a giant roller coaster. She could anticipate everything up to this point- the long line, the heat, stepping up onto the platform, strapping in her seatbelt- but now she was about to experience the ride of her life, full of twists and turns that she would not be able to predict; things that would take her by surprise-

Countdown: 10 weeks.

Gross

Today Liz's simian roommate left uterine blood on the bathroom floor. Liz mopped it up with said roommate's bath towel.