Craziness from this weekend:

Em, at the Pub: I'm so bad at starting conversations, I don't know how I'm going to... oh wait, I'll be inebriated.

Em and Tom (Dubliner Tom,) in the backseat of my car, punch drunk: Soccer mom! You locked us in the car, we can't get out, help us get out! (They were serious. All they had to do was open the door.)

The other Tom, giving advice: Well you are more of a bitch. But that's a good thing.

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Saturday night was Soccer Mom night, after work I picked Em up and we hung out with people from the Dub. I told Dubliner Tom that I would hook him up with one of my friends, and so I did.... and they hit it off nicely. So, I drank some cranberry juice on the rocks with a twist, while Em went through different cookie shots, and Dubliner Tom had a few manly shots and a couple pints of Bass. After four hours of sleep I went to work and had some bitchy customers... people who should have stayed in bed instead of coming for brunch.

Later that night Tom and I took a walk around campus, (he showed me some parts of campus I didn't even know about, sometimes I wonder if I go to this school...) and talked about our weeks. That's when he gave me the lovely compliment about being a bigger bitch now... only him right? Dad tells me to stop beating a dead horse, Mom tells me to leave her favorite son alone...

We did have some serious conversations on our walk. We talked for awhile about the one eighty I did when I came to Xavier... how part of my decision to come here was an active choice to change some parts of my life. Change I did... I think we can all say that I'm a different person now than I was a year ago. I did take some steps backwards, but I think they were necessary to move forward again. I don't think I regret anything... I do not regret coming here at all - not for one moment. I don't regret being a little wild, I honestly believe it was necessary to find parts of myself. There are times now when I can make a wise decision... because I know both sides of the issue. Take Saturday and my cranberry juice on the rocks... I know I like going out after work to unwind with my friends, and I've had less sleep than I did this past Saturday and gotten up, with a "headache" to go to work. I knew this time around that I didn't want to take that path... because I had been down that path. It's almost that you have to see the other side of the fence to make the decision to stay where you are... there are so many ways this year that I had the opportunity to see both sides. I know that I've done things that people don't approve of - guys, drinking... and so forth.

We inturrupt this rant for a newsbrief: Some guy in Germany stole a bulldozer and was driving it around at three am... the police had to jump on the bulldozer, break a window and spray the guy with mace to make him stop. He was charged with drunk driving, and possibly theft. (My roommate was watching Buffy and just turned on the news, thankfully... though it is no less humorous.)

I can't go back to my rant after that. Sigh. There goes my attempt to blog something serious.

Did I mention I'm the #1 Soccer Mom? Yay.