why should the fire die?

what a crazy week. i think when i go home tomorrow night im just going to sleep and not wake up for awhile. and this is very ok with me. midterms are death on a plate except no one really warned me that it was actually midterm.

this weekend was the uga ut football game, so i made the significantly long trek to athens to see my loves.for whatever reason, it took me forever to get there. but once i was there, i have to say it was the best time ive had since i moved up here. i felt a little more like i was actually getting the college experience. just hanging out and having fun with friends a lot like i did in high school, but more collegeish. haha. one day i will have this kind of thing going for me here at ut, but until then it was nice having my phone ringing off the hook with people who wanted to see me and do things with me. so here goes...highlights of the weekend:

-seeing laura just go completely off her ass roybn zone style and start stealing food in a gurilla-like manner at the indoor? tailgate in jenny's room.

-caitlyn's post-game wrap up in kelleys hall ("this is our defense" *lays down)

-bobby

-yousuf on friday ("what the fuck man, what the fuck...dude youre fucked up")

-everyone running hysterically/for their lives, including jenny who lived there, from jenny's drunk roomate.

-laying in the field in front of russell at like 3am

-wheat thins

-kelleys roomate, oh wait she doesnt have one

-brunch food/sitting at brunch like 32874298 hours longer than it took to eat making fun of rhs administrators

-getting slightly harassed by uga fans and even moreso flirted with my ut fans

-vintage shopping downtown at agora

-facebooking with robyn

-the super bad frat party

-jay may of course

so my overall impression of uga? i definitely like it better now than i did originally. its hard to compare because theyre two very different schools. im not going to rule out any possibility of transfer even though im pretty sure one day ill be happy here.

as soon as i get home i am faced with two tests i havent studied for, a huge art project that isnt done, and a plethora of text messages from mr fabulous that freaked me out.

maybe i need to be done with boys and just become a ten cent ho to get my kicks. im not good at this relationship stuff. im sorry though, when you break up with someone you dont turn around and kiss them and tell you you love them. thats called being an overbearing man slut who needs to control his hormones. im just saying.

heres to the friends who will talk you through it and then some.
heres to the friends who you know and they know you and youre just comfy with each other.
heres to the friends who will give you their underwear.

go vols.