Survived!

Nov 06, 2005 19:29

I survived my first solo week this past week! It wasn't so bad. The kids were pretty talkative, but there were a lot of special things going on that week too (Halloween being one). Friday night was supposed to be Girls' Night, which I've really been needing, but I wasn't in much of a party mood since a few hours before I had my first-ever car wreck. It could've been a lot worse and luckily no one was hurt. I was going to pick up pictures and was at a light on Upper and my light turned green and I saw that the right turner stopped, so I started going and before I realized what was going on, another car was in front of me and I hit her. She looked at me with an Urkel "did I do that?" look. Bitch knocked off my front Phi Mu license plate! But that was the worst. The best part was when I got out to look at my car, I was wearing an Auburn shirt and all the fans were in town for yesterday's game. Thus, they were all stopping to help, offering to be witnesses that the girl ran the red light (not even orange). I also kinda liked how the coffee shop people, where we pulled off at, were catering to me offering to get me water and getting me to sit down but paid no attention to the other driver. I know that makes me a bitch too to think like that, but whoever is thinking that right now, has probably already called me that. But anyways, the whole thing really shook me up and I called my parents sobbing. Anyways, my back was hurting some and just really wasn't in the mood to be around a lot of people. So i left girls' night and went to adam's. The next morning we got up and went with his brother and Tory to the Auburn game. Adam ended up with free tickets from work and a Blue Lot parking pass. That is the way to go to football games! We tailgated out of his trunk (very interesting!) and made up stories of all the things we could do to other people and "not get in trouble because we're blue lot people!" I almost got my picture with Aubie too, but the golf cart driver wouldn't stop. Auburn's win was a little bittersweet though because the refs made some horrible calls in our favor. UK's coach got 2 unsportsman-like conduct calls as a result. But lookin at the replays...yeah the refs were wrong. They wouldn't have made a huge difference, but still. I did kinda get a kick at the end when the announcer would say "that's enough for a first dooooooooooooooooown Kentucky" and all the auburn fans cheered since we outnumbered the UK fans by that point. The game ended and we left and got to car, found that the grill we left ouside of the car to cool was still there (since we were blue lot people), and left without being stuck at all in traffic (gotta love the blue lot!). That night, Adam and I went to Lonestar to eat and as the Auburn fans walked out, I told them all "War Eagle" and we got into conversations. The game was also a little bittersweet because it made me realize how homesick I am. I wanted to walk up to people in orange shirts at the game and ask for a ride to Alabama. They probably would have done it too. I know I should be a big girl and let it all go, but the wreck just added to how much i miss home. I talked to Alabama Matt the other day and I don't remember what all we were saying, but he ended up responding with, "well you're the one who left where you belong." And i can't help but think he's more than half right...you know, beyond the obvious fact that I am the one that left. Maybe I really do belong in Alabama. I mean, Kentucky still doesn't really feel like home. I hear My Old Kentucky Home and want to bust out Sweet Home Alabama. I don't, but still. I will likely end up staying here since Adam's here and everything, but then I fear there will always be some sort of void almost that I don't really belong here. I don't know. I know I should just grow up about it. But what I should do and what I want to do are 2 different things.

Big wheels keep on turning
Carry me home to see my kin
Singing songs about the southland
I miss alabamy once again
And i think its a sin, yes
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