The last two weeks.

As work has been picking up, and school has been making its final push towards the end of the semester, I have found myself very busy most of the time. Just to give you an idea of the typical day I go through...
6:15am - Rise and shine (it's really dark)
somewhere around 8:30am - arrive at work
9:00am - morning coffee. I have to add, my workplace has fresh Dunkin Donuts coffee every day, complete with a frequent buyers card. I am almost to my free cup!
noonish - lunch.
somewhere between 4:30 and 4:45pm, leave to go home, grab my things, and go to class for the rest of the night.
class 6-9pm.

So pretty much after class I kinda come home, sit in a cone of silence, maybe text with someone or something, and go to sleep to some sort of crappy tv show. Like Roseanne. That is, if I do not have a pressing project or assignment that would take precedence and keep me up later. I go from thing to thing all day, every day. I am really looking forward to the semester's break coming up, but also really enjoying having so much to do right now. I think it is having such little time to yourself that makes you cherish the simple random things so much more. And also it makes you want to do more with what time you have to yourself, not to waste time with trivial or stressful things.

The past two weekends have been perfect examples of that. Two weekends ago was the homecoming game. I went with a few of my close friends, and ran into several others. There is something about State having a good football season that makes the tailgating more fun. At homecoming Best and I did the traditional tailgate hop, had conversations about Yurman and wore dresses and boots. We ran into her brother, who supplied our tickets, and wound up hanging out at an RV tailgate where we got impromptu shagging lessons. On Sunday when I was telling someone "we shagged in front of the RV" they looked at me a little weird...then realized I was talking about the actual dance. Either way, it was just kind of epic. Who ever thought as a meer freshman in the dirt lot that as an alum I would be hanging out by the RV section getting life advice from people older than my parents. Epic.

This past weekend I did not want to go out, I was in kind of a funk from the week. On Saturday we did win our game, and a celebration was proposed. We went to dinner for Michelle's sister's birthday, and then headed down to our new preppy hangout spots. It is kind of like grown up Hillsborough scene, only with a mix of people. It's just not downtown. There is nobody in an Affliction teeshirt, and pretty much where those people are not, that is the place I should be. We ran into our old friend from the beach named Steele Magnolias (not really), and it was kind of a trip. Ran into a couple old coworkers as well who said they went there often, so I may have to keep it going. It was really just one of those nights where I almost called it early, had zero expectations, but then it was so much better.

Pretty much when my life hasn't felt like a bad episode of the Housewives of BH recently, it has been excellent. I am becoming more comfortable with my position and meeting more people at work, becoming more comfortable with the city I am in and those who are around me. I feel like the years right post college are an exercise in uncertainty. I feel like I am finally reaching a point where I see a bit of a path ahead of me, and it is kind of clear as to where I am going. There is still room for interpretation though, I like that.

I know Thanksgiving is in a few days, and this is really extremely cheesy, but I think all of this right now is something to be thankful for.

That and us beating Carolina.
Just sayin.

Moments from the weekend

This weekend was Tom Petty, aka, one of the best days of the year. This comes in line with Christmas, and I would say also my birthday. Although I am not a lover of celebrating my age or making a day all about me...my birthday is just a cool day, a conversation starter at many a time in my life. I will leave it at that. I would pretty much hate the actual "birthday" if it was not that day. Someday maybe I will tell all of you about my 23rd birthday, and how it was finally exactly the way I wanted to spend a birthday, but until then, I will just share with you some retarded moments from the weekend. In quote form. (attributed to several sources)

"Actually I would rather you contact my secret boyfriend to meet you in a sketchy dark alley to get the money, don't give me your check in person."

"Ok that one is actually in a joutfit."
"It's two different shades of jean..."
"A joutfit isn't meant to match!"

On the man waving us into the parking spot, "I think Rick Ross wants us to move forward."

"Has anyone ever told you you look like David Crosby?"

"You look like a bear ravaging that cooler in the trunk of the car"

"Will trade psychedelic art for tickets."

"I didn't respond because my phone literally died after you finished text raping it."
(Why my friends should have BlackBerrys)

"Shit would be raw."

Someday I will probably have some photos of this event to share, when they are sent to me. I need to start working on taking my own pictures! Either way, I laughed to tears at most of these. I love these girls.

Weekending.

I have not spent a weekend in Raleigh in a really long time. This upcoming weekend will be my first. Here's what I've been doing.

It all started the last week of august. Bff moved into an apartment in Greensboro and I was invited to explore the city. Greensboro is just interesting and different to me. It seems like an older town, and they have the Friendly Center, which is pretty much like CamVil and Crabtree had a lovechild with all of the necessary stores, and its outdoors. So I like the place. Greensboro seemed to have character, which I wasn't expecting since multiple people seemed to have the impression that there were a bunch of chain restaurants, and everything was really commercial. I didn't completely feel that way.
And oh yeah, the bar we went out to had potent $5 LITs. Justsayin.

For Labor Day I was at the beach, and I already wrote about that. But it was epic.

This past weekend I visited EC in Charlotte for her birthday. Another epic weekend. Friday night we went uptown, Saturday we stayed in the Elizabeth neighborhood and went to Jackalope Jacks where they serve beer in mason jars. For all of you that don't know, I really dig drinking out of mason jars, and frequently use one for water. I had kept hearing about this bar, and needed to go. We also wound up hanging out with Ben Best (random TVGuide pic below, on the left) because he knew Trip, EC's step bro. It was pretty much epic. When someone comes into a bedroom and wakes you up from a nap by saying "wake up, the strippers are here" and they happen to be on a cultish show on hbo, Eastbound and Down, it's going to be a good night. I have some more stories, but pretty much it was just another weekend in Charlotte. Always memorable!



This upcoming weekend is the Tom Petty concert, which I have been waiting for since...the summer sometime. Last time I went it was with my parents, but was still epic. My mom kept the $11 dollar beers flowing inside after tailgating in the parking lot, and we had amazing seats. This time around I am going with several friends, and even more who I will be meeting up with at the show. I just can't wait. Pretty much the cooler weather has started rolling in, and pretty soon outdoor fun will not be an option. Tom will be the perfect way to end the summer. And I guess he is just about the only person who can keep me in Raleigh for a weekend, apparently.

First official school test tomorrow evening. Then I can sleep.

VOW - Ben Folds

I felt like I had to do a VOW, since I haven't really been posting it'll be one of those ironic things that pops up once in awhile.
This was actually inspired by this weekend. At some point on Sunday night, this song was brought up. Over tater tots, and some short random argument.
Of course someone called someone else a bitch, which I responded with "Bitches aint shit..." and BFF and Best finished off the song, or at least the better parts of the chorus. I can't tell you how much this song really just like, changed my life.



"I uncocked my shit, I'm heartbroke, but I'm still loked..."