Finally an update from me! I know. I can't believe it either.
After much revision, and much discouragement on my part, here is the next chapter.
3.01b Those Lazy-Hazy-Crazy Days
For six lonely weeks was Rory subjected
To plans that, for both of them, Paris erected.
For every debate and every soiree,
Did Paris sign both of their names up, each day.
And Paris's clutches she couldn't dislodge.
The Fates did ensure that she couldn't dodge
What Paris had planned to keep them both busy
Since Paris was always in such a fine tizzy.
The Lincoln Memorial, Capitol building,
A tour of the White House and all of its gilding...
Since tour guides were offering sights of DC,
Then Paris deemed they should everything see.
And whilst lesser students, at Base, did relax,
Did Paris wield binders like some battle-axe!
Yes, Paris made sure they kept up their work
And delegates' duties did never once shirk.
For each of the subjects, of all their debates,
They practiced their points and timed their word rates.
Resources they studied and wordings they tried
For each of their arguments' pro, then con, side.
On one day alone, while Paris did stop,
Did Rory obtain a moment to drop
Into her desk chair to heart's wants peruse.
Some thorough soul-searching could Rory now use.
Of this dreamed the Fates, since so long ago!
Her growth would occur, but not apropos
Since, now, her new passions brought more into play
Since they could, for Jess, his growing delay!
So, though the Fates loathed to cause a regression,
They dared not allow this untimely progression.
When Rory picked up her soul-searching pen,
The Fates returned Paris to their room again.
And Paris's hand held bundle of mail
And letters for Rory did never once fail.
Was message from Lorelai once again seen
And also the twelfth lengthy letter from Dean.
Then, later that week, did Rory again
Steal moment away to declutter her brain.
She filled up the tub and soaked for a bit
While Paris, this leisure, would chance to permit.
A moment of silence that month had been rare.
Now, with it presented, did Rory then dare
To deem that her soak would be a success
Since it would allow a letter to Jess!
As true heartfelt words did manage to find
The key of her heart, unlocking her mind,
Did Paris, on door, with urgent palm bash
And Rory was startled and water did splash.
So brusquely did Paris give Rory what for,
Her loud speaking voice made light of the door.
As Paris laid out their afternoon's plan,
She, Rory's endurance, at long length, did pan.
Then Rory, in failure, tossed pages to floor
With letter unfinished since, on the poor door,
Paris still pounded. She couldn't not hear it.
Her letter was dampened and so was her spirit.
With last look at letter, did Rory eyes rub,
Ere grabbing a towel and draining the tub.
If knew she not better, she'd sense a routine:
Seemed Paris allowed only letters to Dean.
And that day did Paris and Rory escape,
To, at the Smithsonian, with mouths agape,
At all the delights in museums stare,
Including a viewing of one famous chair.
Not since the long summer of Thirty Nine Tasks
(When much help with which did Lorelai ask),
Had Rory been keeping so thoroughly busy.
Each day, the girls' schedule left Rory dizzy.
Whenever, to Jess, she'd thought to contact,
The Fates brought in Paris to Rory distract.
And when, in her thoughts, Jess started to enter,
From Dean would arrive another new letter.
Most nights, Rory promptly fell into her bed,
With nary the strength to hold up her head.
And then Rory hoped her thoughts could unwind
And meanings and truth she'd finally find.
But even at night could Rory not think
And actions to heart not make any link,
Since Paris would promptly fall into a sleep
That featured the randomly uttered loud peep.
And, late into night, at last Rory drifted.
Yet, from restless sleep, she never was lifted.
Her dreams kept her still inside a confusion
Refusing both rest and problem's solution.
And that was the way those six weeks did go
With Rory's attention pulled to and pulled fro,
Except on the day that Paris melt down
Since Jamie was taking her out on the town.
From any clear thoughts to change Rory's heart,
The Fates did their darnedest to keep her apart.
But while interferences should have forbade it,
They seemed, so conversely, to further persuade it.
For ev'ry one letter from Dean she received
Her heart did reply, three letters conceived:
One for her Dean and two for her Jess.
And thought how her heart was really a mess.
And, on the last day, while Paris was dating,
And Rory was ushered to closet for waiting,
Well turns out the closet just wasn't so bad
Since that's when the letters poured from her, like mad.
Some twenty-four letters, ere nightfall, she'd written
To that other boy whose love was forbidden.
In some, declared love and, others, repent
But none of these notes would ever be sent.
For, at summer's end, ere Rory went home,
And had she a moment from Paris alone,
She left all the letters in wastepaper bin
With all of her thoughts that lay scrambled therein.
'Twas better, she thought, to tell him in person
Where surely her words could come out more certain.
And so for the airport she packed her suitcase
With thrill for the moment that she'd see his face.
I hope this chapter didn't actually suck as much as I think it does. Let me know!