psh, final...

Instead of dedicating tonight to some sort of friend making adventure, I specifically procrastinated about a doing a shit ton of work just so I could complete it all this very evening.

It's my final for my education class AND an additional assignment that was actually due three weeks ago but I deemed more appropriate to pass in at the last class.

About two weeks ago I had intentions to begin working on my final over the Thanksgiving break but alas, I got home and decided to spend all the free time I had reading a 600 page fiction (aka not useful) book before I had to head back down to Georgia.

I am not one to fight the course of nature, so I went with it. Since then I have been planning this very night.
This afternoon I went to the store and purchased the necessary provisions to help me through this assignment; one bag of salt & vinegar chips, cheese whiz and mountain dew. When I returned home I took a preparatory nap to enable me with the level of awake needed to work late into the night.
I awoke and began the room cleaning process; everyone knows that you can't do homework in a messy room.
Mid room cleaning I took another nap to ensure there were no traces of sleepyness in me.
I was awoken by my roommate around 5:30 and invited to dinner; as a rule I do not turn down invites regardless of the amount of impending work.
Fully fed and rested, I returned to my room and continued the cleaning of my room. I soon realized that I needed to also change my sheets, make a calendar for December and wash some dishes. Obviously, periodic breaks to check facebook and use stumbleupon where necessary.
Around nine o'clock I discovered that my roommate (who I thought was also procrastinating doing this assignment) was actually half way done. This spurred a short burst of motivation where I completed the initial stages to one part of the final.

I could walk you through the evening step by step, but as former students I am sure you all know the way it goes.

So, here I am. 11:20 and I don't even have one section of my final complete. I don't know where I got the bright idea to save it all for the night before. I am notorious for choosing sleep over homework.

The real problem is that bottle of wine sitting on my desk that keeps calling my name.
It's part logical to drink it, part irrational.
Logical because it will give me a reason to stay awake. Irrational because I'm suggesting drinking a bottle of wine to help me complete my first final as a grad student...

Where to begin...

I was home for Thanksgiving from the Friday before Thanksgiving to the Friday after.

As you can imagine, madness ensued.

So for now, a highlight list from my trip home.

Night one: vodka shots, never a good idea.
Night two: drunk calling my old lacrosse coach to ask her to hang out; should have taken her lack of response to my text message as a hint to not be a fuck.
Night three: realization that I can never live at home again without wanting to shoot myself in the face.
Night four: was annoyed with how quickly my food was served while at a restaurant
Night five: tattoo
Night six: hugged kara with one arm, hugged kara's brother with two arms, got called out for it, make mental note to hug kara's brother the same way I hug kara in future.
Night seven: lecture from uncle on why I should grow pot now that I am in Georgia.

and then I came back down to Georgia only to head off to Nashville with Brian.

Highlights from that trip:

1. Brian's friend Don couldn't make it. Hello five hour car ride with Brian and his sister followed by dinner with his parents (hi, I'm Adrienne, Brian's um... friend? nice to meet you, ya I just thought it would be fun to just come along on this family adventure)
2. Went to a small wedding for Brian's cousin. (So, you're Brian's girlfriend? Um, something like that...)
3. Late night food stop where not only did I get to have a q&a session with an actual drug dealer, I got to get groped by a deceptively gay straight guy.

Tuesday Night

We started off at a youth football game and I wasn't wearing enough clothes so I was cold and then we were back in my apartment and I was showing Brian this awesome bird skull I found the other day and then I was as an octopus and Brian was Brett Michaels and we were at a going away party for someone I have only met one time and Brian and I were drinking beer, but I don't know where it came from and we went outside and played ladder golf and when we came back inside no one was there.

This is not a dream, this is just my life.

I never was good at phone conversations

I guess I've become one of those people who has phone conversations that last over an hour and the majority of time is spent in silence yet neither party feels the need to say good-bye, but finally once good-bye is said, conversation picks up again for a brief moment only to fade into silence again and this cycle continues until one of the phones dies and it has to get charged and then they call back and it's the same thing for another hour.
Except maybe I haven't become "one of those people" because I don't think there are enough people that ridiculous in the world to consider there to be a group. So, I guess it would make more sense to just say I have started to have phone conversations where speaking is secondary to the basic act of being connected on the phone itself.

what is a normal relationship?

I have been hanging out with this Brian kid fairly often, especially so on weekends so during the week I try to keep it real and not spend all my time with him.

So we were doing pretty good so far this week even though we did hang out Monday (but I'll count that as the weekend). Anyways I got real gay today and decided I wanted to chat with him on the phone, like a phone conversation. People do that.

So I called him, but soon realized I didn't have much conversation to contribute... so I ended up just inviting him over...

So much for keeping it real.

there is no room for me to be awkward when calling teenage girls whom I've never met is part of my job...

don't worry, I am saving up all my awkward for when I come back home.

Win

I think everyone should be relieved to know that I have stopped playing CountryLife. I do still help out friends when needed but I have finally achieved a level of social interaction where I do not need to rely on electronic entertainment to pass the majority of my time.

How to spot a red neck according to Faith

When I decided to come down to Georgia my mom gave me one warning, "If you see bath tubs hanging from the trees, turn around, those are red necks."

What she didn't warn me about were that some red necks look normal and before you know it you're spending your Friday nights going to a strip club or off roading and your drinking out of mason jars and eating grits for dinner.

I don't know... I don't hate it.

And yes, I have seen bath tubs hanging from trees- I don't really know why, they're broken so can't be used for a swing, which I feel is the only rational reason for a bath tub hanging from a tree. "Let that be a lesson to all you other bath tubs"....

twinsies

So, I have found my twin. He is a 27 year old southerner (accent and all) with a bushy red beard and some minor hair loss.

That would be my twin; damn hippies.