You've gotta love it when the last two questions on your biology final are "Who won the SEC Championship?" and "Who would win in a fight: Mike the Tiger or UGA's ugly bulldog mascot?"
Yesterday, a guy that I sort of know offered me a free ticket to the SugarBowl. The problem is this: I have a feeling that "free" means "you can pay me in sexual favors after the game," which I'm not so much into. As much as I want to be at that game, I am not whoring myself out in the name of football. It hurt me terribly to turn down that seat.
I'm a mere 24 hours away from being home for 5 weeks. I'm going back to bars that don't close at 2 am, Cafe du Monde, Bourbon Street, working at PJs, staying out until sunrise, sleeping in ridiculously late. And there are new things, too: friends who went away to college will be shocked when they see me now.
On an entirely different note, the past few days have been rather stressful. On top of it being finals week, one of my closest friends is in some serious legal trouble at the moment. I don't want to divulge any details, but suffice to say that LSU would not be the same without Brad, and I'm worried sick about him.
One last thing before I have to run - who honestly gives a final at 3 o'clock in the afternoon on a Saturday? Doesn't my chemistry teacher understand that there is a finals-are-over party on the first floor tonight?
So how fucking incredible was the SEC Championship game? I truly loved every second of it. There were critics who said that our Tigers couldn't do it, but I knew we'd pull through.
Oh, and how shocking was Oklahoma's loss to Kansas State? I was in disbelief when I saw that score. I really thought the Sooners would be undefeated this year.
And. How much would I love to be at the Sugar Bowl? Which is in my home town?? But then again, can I really afford to blow $150 on a football game? No, not so much.
I need someone to tell me what to do. Maybe I should do like Rachel in that episode of Friends - you know, where she gave Monica the job of making all of her decisions for her? I watched that episode today instead of studying for my chemistry final, which is Tuesday and which I absolutely must get an A on.
Lately I've been reading a lot of DC's blog and archives of siobhan's journal, and I've been pouting a lot about what my life could be like right now. It just figures that I would work just hard enough in high school to be able to go to NYU, but not quite hard enough to get the scholarship money to afford to go to NYU. A year ago I was convinced that this year I would be experiencing winter in New York, but instead I'm reading about winter in New York while I sit around in shorts and a t-shirt in southern Louisiana. This kills me a little. A lot, actually.
All of a sudden, I feel like I'm lacking direction. I don't even know if I want to be a doctor anymore. It's like I'm in tenth grade again, when I wanted to major in linguistics or philosophy or creative writing. I wanted to be artsy and cool and a New Yorker, and where did this stupid New York obsession come from, anyway? I've been there once and it was fantastic in all kinds of ways but I'm from New Orleans, so I should be content with my existence for the time being.
Tomorrow I will watch the SEC championship game and start feeling like I love LSU again - I do love it here. But there will still be thoughts in the back of my mind about what could have been if I have just gotten out of the South, if I were on a different track than I'm on now, if I weren't a science major headed for med school and a life that isn't really all that unique.
I worried that this would happen if I stayed in Louisiana after high school.
How did it get to be December? I mean, really. Wasn't August just yesterday? In my mind it was.
It's finally cold around here. Or rather, it's finally cold by a New Orleanian's standards - I guess 61 degrees in December is relatively warm by a northerner's standards. But in any case, I'm loving the weather. A whole hell of a lot. I love my winter clothes to death, and my hair doesnt get frizzy in cold weather, so I feel like one damn sexy redhead these days.
Speaking of which? I have now been a redhead for 3 months. Happy anniversary to me.
And now I will shut up about my hair. I promise.
Getting back to what I was trying to say earlier - where did all of my time go? I feel like college just started and all of a sudden I'm already taking finals. How did they sneak up on me like this? Hm?
On another note, I am all kinds of hungover today. Monday nights are 25-cent-shot nights at Reggie's. Quarter shots are the reason I scheduled my classes for next semester around having Tuesdays off. How sad is that, when my academic schedule revolves around my drinking schedule?
I met a new boy at the Caterie last week. I vaguely recall seeing him last night in my drunken stupor. I think it went well, but you never know with me, especially after 19 kamikaze shots.
The best part about Reggie's is when the LSU fight song is played - the bartenders jump on the bar and pour alcohol right into everyone's mouths.
This school is going to be the death of me. Its a good thing I was raised in a city that taught me to build up a tolerance for alcohol at the age of 13.
nicole: 19-year-old LSU sophomore. biochemistry, pre-med. native new orleanian. starbucks barista. borderline alcoholic. addicted to facebook, red bull and vodka, and college football. a little neurotic, extremely indecisive, and often irresponsible.
So how fucking incredible was the SEC Championship game? I truly loved every second of it. There were critics who said that our Tigers couldn't do it, but I knew we'd pull through.
