Where is Craig? Gary and Steve Go to Auburn

Another milestone has come and gone. The last Georgia-Auburn game of my college career is over and the Bulldogs managed to choke. Honestly, it's really not that surprising, considering how we've been playing all year, but they really messed with my emotions that first half. That wasn't really the highlight of the weekend, though. Friday night was fun, yesterday was silly (as is usual when large amounts of day drinking are involved), but last night and today really made the weekend a success. At the bar last night, I'm pretty sure I made a scene. It's pretty fuzzy, but at one point I know I was standing behind a guy that Caroline was talking to, pointing and flailing and mouthing, "He's so cute, I love him, you should date him." Then he turned around and I tried to pretend I was dancing; I don't think he bought it. Caroline received a text from Michelle saying, "Key understand. Clean up go to bed." Michelle had not been drinking at all. While waiting for Michelle to come get us, someone (probably a drunk, obnoxious Georgia fan) set the toilet-paper covered Toomer's Corner oak trees on fire, hence why it makes no sense at all to roll your own campus. Don't worry, Perrin and Caroline got pictures. Also while waiting for Michelle, Sarah picked up some random dude named Doug, so obviously I had to sing "What do tigers dream of", especially the refrain of "Dougy Doug Dougy Dougy Doug Doug." I think he really liked it. At lunch/brunch/meal time today, as we discussed Caroline's inability to pay attention to anything else when a TV is on, Caroline described her active watching of TV shows by asking sample questions. "What's going on? Where is Craig?" We not only found this funny because of Caroline's voice and general joviality, but because of the specific use of the name Craig. It is just random enough to be completely silly, yet ordinary enough to sort of make sense. After lunch, on the way back to Caroline's, I put on part of her Halloween costume: a hat made for a dog that looks like a turtle head and thick- framed, black glasses. Then I said a lot of really weird things and basically just pretended to be a turtle. Well, a baby turtle. Named Franklin. When I got out of the car I said, "I'll be back in a minute for your reading lesson!" and then walked really slowly in front of the car. Then Caroline high-fived Michelle for "having such a funny friend." I'm the funny friend. Boom. I may or may not be brain damaged. Now I'm home, watching Harry Potter on ABC Family and stalking the actor who plays Neville Longbottom because he's gotten really hot. Who knew? It's been quite the long weekend, one that really allowed me to display once more how unprepared I am to be an adult. Cin cin to only having to take 4 hours next semester so I can continue on this path of self-destruction. Here's a fun song.
Self-Destructive Zones, Drive-by Truckers

21st Birthday: The Sequel

Well, it's happened. I'm actually 22. Now, I know that's not that old, but in an age where everything happens at an earlier age (kids are learning foreign languages and math in kindergarten, for god's sake), I feel that I should have actually accomplished something by this point in my life. I mean, I'll be graduating in less than 7 months and I really have almost no idea what I want to do with my life. Pretty much as far as I've gotten is that I don't want to live on the street and it would be nice to be able to afford food. I'm having a quarter-life crisis. That's right, yet another thing that's happening earlier in life, an age-based identity crisis. Fantastic. Don't worry, though, just because I'm worried that I'll never get a job/get married/have kids/be a real human being, doesn't mean I've felt the need to mature in my social life. Thursday and Friday night, the night before and night of the dreaded birthday, I acted like a complete and total buffoon. It was like freshman year all over again (not that I ever drank underage, it's illegal and dangerous). I had a fantastic time, and thanks to my absolutely amazing friends whom I love and appreciate, I was in such bad shape that I went to bed at about 10:30 last night. Or maybe I'm just getting old. At least I can still have a good time, even if in the future I probably won't be able to afford to go out and will have to use my welfare checks to get drunk off of codene cough syrup.
In other news, I always use my birthday as the marker of when it's acceptable to start listening to Christmas music and watching Christmas movies, so I'm currently watching Love Actually. Here's one of my personal favorite songs from the movie. And yes, it makes me cry every time.
Both Sides Now, by Joni Mitchell