This isn't going to be a super serious post like my posts usually are. I'm actually looking for a minute to go back to the fun, stupid things this blog used to be known for (and still could be construed as the main portion of the content on a regular basis). We got back from Bama early in the morning and I ended up waking up at 3 o'clock- in the afternoon. As a result, my body's clock is seriously screwed up. I got a full nights sleep, but the time a which the full night's sleep begun was delayed by about 10 hours.
I'm positively glowing with Dawg pride right now. The crowd was going wild. I was jumping up and down with my hurt ankle from earlier in the night (that's another story for another time), but I honestly didn't care. When the Stafford/Henderson pass went down, one corner of Bryant-Denny Stadium erupted. The rest was silenced. The Tide ebbed quickly; the stadium was empty in a matter of minutes. Every Dawg across the country was vindicated, knew that the boys in the silver britches weren't done yet. Kelin Johnson jumped up to direct us Redcoats in Glory, and all 400+ Redcoats were screaming for more afterward. If that sounds broken and fragmented, that's because everything that happened happened in a blur. It was really cool that Sportscenter actually mentioned some good stuff about UGA for once. That game is one more piece of proof that whatever headgear Lee Corso puts on denotes the team that will NOT win. It was low tide in Bama.
Now that I've gushed for a little bit about my Dawgs that I love so much, I'll talk about the sociology that I don't love much at all. I have a test tomorrow morning, and I've studied all day for it. I don't know what else I can do to study for it. I've gone over every chapter. I've taken notes. I've read over the notes I've already had. I've met with my study group. If I don't know it by now, there's nothing else I can do about it.
I've really been missing the folks at home really bad for about a week now. I miss my mom. I miss my grandma. I really miss the latter of the two. I miss my friends at home. I miss being able to leave the doors in my truck unlocked because I know that nobody is going to do anything to me. I miss my church family (/families).
Spastic, I know. But I figured I'd go ahead and write the stuff that I was thinking at the time. I'll post again later when I feel like I actually have something to say again.
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