So, I'm not Very Good at This

Well, I did that whole dramatic "I'm back" post, made all sorts of promises I had no intention of actually keeping, and then promptly ignored the blog for almost 2 weeks. Usually, my lack of ambition and commitment isn't really an issue. But apparently people have started reading my blog (and when I say "people", I mean my brother and my friend Christina), so now I feel like I need to update this guy at least once every week or so, noblesse-oblige and all that.
I got to go home this past weekend, which was lovely. I think my favorite moment was Saturday night, when my parents were mad at Johnston for ditching them the night before, Johnston was mad because he was hungover and wanted to be hanging out with his idiot friends, and I was just generally annoyed with everyone because they were all acting like children. Johnston was also pissed off because he was hungry, but we weren't going to be able to eat until about 9 because Daddy insisted on having grillades and grits, and Johnston didn't want any of the snacks Mama offered him, because apparently he's 6-years-old and would rather just pout. Then we all just drank a bunch of wine and forgot we were mad at each other. Classic Oppenheimer family time. I'm surprised, usually we save that sort of bickering for Christmas, or at least Thanksgiving.
Then I got to make the 6 hour trek back to Athens with Johnston (he was supposed to fly, but our loving mother insisted he ride with me so I wouldn't have to ride by myself), who complained the entire way. I think the key moment of the trip was when we were at a standstill just south of Montgomery, and some douche got out of the van in front of us and started playing with a soccer ball on the side of the rode. I'm pretty sure he thought he looked cool, and I'm pretty sure he didn't. I was already annoyed with traffic, and then some jackass from Gwinnett is trying to show off. I was rather peeved to say the least.
When I got back in town, I got to go have dinner with some lovely folks from Cortona, including our creative writing professor, Laura Solomon. We tried to decide whether to get red or white and, of course, ended up getting both, so the night started off rather well. After a delicious burger from Farm 255, Laura pedaled home, Sara went back to working on her miserable group paper, and Anderson went home to stress about whatever it is that he stresses about, while Jones and I headed off for a bonfire over at Tuna's house. I thought it would be a great idea to stay until 12:30, drinking beer and generally bro-ing around, and now I have to go to Art History with the hippest people in the world who constantly judge me for lack of hipness, highly unpleasant when you're slightly hungover.
Now I've got to go out in the rain and get all of the stuff I left in my car last night. Grand. Oh well, maybe one day I'll learn to make good decisions, until then, here's a song.
Louis XIV, by Louis XIV.