Champagne Tuesday

I might have a problem...

When watching Failure to Launch (a terrible movie, but it stars Matthew Mc...I will never know how to spell his name...hay) SJP and her roommate have what is referred to as Champagne Thursday where they get to drink champagne simply because it is Thursday.  I decided I wanted to do the same thing.  I usually get to go out on Thursday nights, so I decided I needed the champagne to kick up another night.  I originally picked Monday, but the champagne wasn't chilled last night, so I decided tonight would be the night.  However, it makes me wonder SJP had a roommate to drink with her.  Is it true that you are an alcoholic if you drink alone?  Does your puppy count?  Of course, Tillie doesn't drink.  Then there is the problem that there are multiple glasses in a bottle of champagne.  So if I only have one glass of champagne a night, Champagne Tuesday turns into Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday.  I don't like things to waste.  I guess it becomes a party all week long.  Anyway, I might have a problem.

Lazy Weekend

Today is Monday and I heard the standard Monday question numerous times today... How was your weekend or the variation What did you do this weekend?  I thought about coming up with some elaborate story.  These are new people and they would likely not check up on me.  However, I told the truth...well a less pathetic version of the truth.  I told them I watch movies all weekend.  This is absolutley true, but doesn't sound as embarrassing of the extent of what I watched.  I watched the Juror, Harold and Kumar, Wild Child, Shawshank Redemption, Jennifer's Body, The Last Song and Fargo.  I also left my apartment only once to go across the street to the publix.  Even more embarrassing is that i spent 7 hours straight watching SoapNet consisting of Days of our Lives, the OC, Gilmore Girls, and 90210.  I am driving down to Palm Beach to stay with my Aunt Oolie next weekend so hopefully it will be a bit more exciting.  Or at least I will change out of my pjs.

First Night Out

I experienced my first night out in Gainesville last night.  A group of the tax nerds went to an irish pub and then to a bar with a southern rock band performing.  I do love to fist pump.  The night was fun and I think I now have some new friends.  Apparently in tax school, not a lot of girls like to go out.  I was one of two in a big group of guys.  Of course, this girl is not complaining.  I ended the night calling a guy to come to my apartment.  Unfortunately this guy is the one that works at pop a lock.  After the cab dropped me and a neighbor back to our apt complex, I discovered that I did not have my keys in clutch.  In the rain, I began sprinting across the apt complex and then followed by sprinting across a major street in gainesville to flag the cab down.  I finally got him and he took me back to the last bar.  Ofcourse I couldn't find them in the last bar.  So while I was getting cash to pay for my second cab ride I called a locksmith.  It took the guy 45 minutes to get there so I just sat outside on the ground texting people.  Of course nobody answered at 1:00 in the morning on a Thursday.  I am the only one that still needs to pretend like she is in college.  Anyway...long story short, the keys were in a friends car that were left there even before I started drinking.  So I can't blame it on the alcohol. 

The aftermath of the night out in gainesville the next day was that I sat through one class terrified that I will get called on because I slept in and didn't do the problems.  I sat through a 2 hour tax lecture holding my eyes open so that I didn't fall asleep.  I spent the next three hours sleeping off a headache.  I think I will be a loser and spend a friday night watching movies and stuffing my face with pizza.

My First Blog Post

When the blog buzz started, I decided I would boycott because surely I have better things to do with my time and you have better things to do with your time than to read what I have to say.  I still believe that you have better things to do with your time than to read what I have to say, so what I say on this blog is not for you, but for me.  Anyway...Beginning my blogging.

I have just moved to Gainesville, Florida.  I have started the Graduate Tax Program at the law school.  Needless to say, this will be the hardest, most enlightening year of my life.  I say that not referring to anything related to the IRC, but the fact that I have just moved to a new town/new state where I know no one.  I have lived in South Carolina all of my life and have been spoon fed friends because of my parent's friends, my brother's friends, and in college-my sorority.  Now I am forced to actually make the effort to make friends on my own which is actually very difficult.  Sure I may have over 1000 friends on facebook, but I am not quite sure it is because of all of the work that I put in to make them.  

The title of my blog is a phrase that my mother used to say to me and my brother to get us up in the morning.  I heard this phrase every morning when I was child until I was able to figure out how to turn that dreadful intercom on silent.  I also used this phrase to annoy my friends a little bit in college.  But needless to say I am taking this phrase to a new meaning.  It is time for me to get up and out of my comfort zone and be on my way with my life.