Celebrate we will, cause life is short but sweet for certain.

     First things first: I am having an incredibly difficult time stringing together a coherent post today. I can practically hear all the neurons in my brain firing in a million different directions. I'm sort of picturing the following scenario: thought A shoots off and starts heading toward my hand. It's enjoying the sweet ride from my brain to my fingers, where it will be pounded out onto my keyboard. Then thought B shoots off, because even though he is off-topic and irrelevant, he feels left out. Thought A collides with thought B, they get in an epic bar fight, and they both wind up coming off of my fingers in a mangled, banged up, limping, pitiful walk of shame. And neither of them look good.
     The point of that useless story was to tell you not to judge my off-topic ramblings today. I know it's ridiculous, but that's how my life has been lately, so it suits me.

     I've been joking around a lot that I need to find a producer to turn my life into a reality TV show, and I'm not joking. My hot mess of a self would probably manage to get people to tune in on a regular basis to see what kind of crisis I get myself into next. I'd have some awesome ratings. It would be like the Jersey Shore, with less hair gel and more intelligent conversation (I would hope).
     My life is weird and awkward, and I get myself into the most ridiculous situations (remember the day of 21 sandwiches?). Two nights ago I managed to set off my smoke detector with a candle. I tried to stand on a barstool to cut it off (see those southern phrases entering my vocabulary?) and the entire barstool disappeared out from under my feet. I'm pretty sure it just grew legs and walked away. Bam! Sorority girl down.
     No only do I manage to get myself into trouble when I'm completely alone, but I meet some really interesting people when I go out on the town. Especially when "the town" is an unincorporated dot on the map with a non-college population of approximately 61 people. My future television viewers would love that.
     On a more serious note, I had a minor breakdown last night. All I have to say is that I thank God every day for the friends who have become my family, because sometimes I think that I would burst into a little ball of flames without them. I'm kind of at a point right now where I need to make some decisions about what I'm doing with my life, and I really don't want to.
     I didn't let myself enjoy college until I was a junior, and now I'm not ready for it to end. I feel like I got cheated out of two years of my life. I know it's my own stupid fault, but still.. I want a re-do. I don't graduate until May, but I will be student teaching full-time next semester, so the late night Wal-Mart runs and Redbox rentals and wing nights and mud sliding and tailgating will come to an end. I won't be able to text my friends inappropriate jokes when the professor is turned around or decide who is going to sneak out of that 8:00 class to buy us all triple-shot-espresso-with-extra-whipped-cream-and-could-we-have-some-sprinkles-please?-frappucinos because I won't be in class.
     I have two months, and then I'm done. And that's sad.

"You have four years to be irresponsible here.

Relax.

Work is for people with jobs.

You'll never remember class time,

but you will remember time you wasted

hanging out with your friends.

So, stay out late.

Go out on a Tuesday with your friends

when you have a paper due Wednesday.

Spend money you don't have.

Drink til sunrise.

The work never ends, but college does."

-Tom Petty

xoxo-

mts