Little drops of my heart

It's been almost a week since I posted; for those few of you (if any) that have been disappointed, I apologize profusely. The last week has been fairly hectic and I haven't been all that excited about spending the time it would take to write another post, and I continued to put it off because I knew the longer I went without posting that the longer the post would have to be seeing as how many enlightening events have occured. Now that I find myself at home for Thanksgiving weekend, I have found a wealth of time on my hands and not enough activities with which to consume that time and have inevitably found myself confronting the daunting task of recapping my life (or at least that part of it that has taken place in the last 6 days). It is true that I have a number of movies that I purchased the last time I was home that I still have not watched yet, but none of them particularly appealed to my search for productive homeostasis, so here I am, about to disclose the most personal inner thoughts and feelings about the last week. So here goes..

To start with, the event that defines any Alabama or Auburn student's fall semester, the Iron Bowl. It would seem likely that everyone who deigns to read my blog had enough interest in it themselves that they already know the outcome, so I will spare them any long play-by-play and suffice it to say that Auburn survived with a win 21-13 over my beloved Crimson Tide. It was a very emotionally up-and-down as Bama's defense dominated the first half and shut out the Tiggers in the first 30 minutes for the first time all season, and then the Tigger offense roared back in the third quarter to take charge of the game. Bama definitely still had a chance to win the game, and all it would have taken was another play or two to go the Tide's way, and we could have pulled it out. Nonetheless, I was proud of our guys yet again for coming to play and giving Auburn fits the whole first half; we played with the #3 team in the country ( a team that should probably be ranked 1 or 2, and should most definitely have a shot at the national championship instead of USC, but I won't get into the injustices done to the SEC yet again this year right now) and did it with a second string offense to boot. It's ok, we'll get them next year, although I'm not gonna make any bets about it because I'm not coming back from Thanksgiving next year with blue and/or orange streaks in my hair like certain people who will go unnamed.. *cough*Evan*cough*...

On top of a tightly contested game, the GameDay experience held several more goodies. One of those being the end of my amazing run as the last representative of The Dudes (my War Games team). I was gunned down as I made a pacifist stand at the game; I decided that the Auburn-Alabama game was more important than worrying about whether or not I got hit with a rubber-tipped foam dart, and so I didn't even consider trying to sneak a gun into the stadium because I was determined to enjoy the game and put everything else far from my mind for a few short hours. Lo and behold, while I was staunchly defending the seats that we were saving for other RUF acquaintances in the student section, Dalton tapped me on the shoulder to tell me that I was dead as he shot me with a dart from short range (with a former teammate's gun no less!). I was hardly disappointed as I knew that now I was free to walk in and out of the dorm a free man, and I didn't begrudge Dalton his kill, saying he deserved it since he was dedicated enough to sneak a Nerf gun through security (in hindsight, maybe I should have reported to the TPD that we had a terrorist in our midst who was carrying a lethal weapon disguised as a toy gun... that would have been fun, it's too bad I only have great ideas after it's too late=(..).

Another benefit to Iron Bowl weekend was that I got to see and hang out with Amy, my Junior High partner at Marannook and one of my good friends from Auburn (if such a thing is possible as having good friends from Auburn;-)), for several hours before the game. She was welcome even if she was wearing orange, and she didn't give me too hard of a time after the game, and I know for a fact that we had her scared during the first half=). It helped put the loss into perspective, making me realize that at least a few good people would find enjoyment out of the outcome, and also reminding me that God can't be on everyone's side every year=D .. I really miss all of my fellow counselors as we became like brothers and sisters this summer, and I look forward to seeing all of them again. Hopefully, I will be able to see most of them over the short period of time that is my Christmas break and I should be able to as I plan on making a trip up to Murray, KY to see Janna, Libby, and hopefully Russ in addition to Marannook reunion in January.

I suppose I will have to leave some other happenings to retell at another time as I have a dentist appointment at 10 this morning, and so I had better go to bed. I know I know, very anticlimactic after that emotional title, but perhaps I will get around to some deep thoughts next time. I guess I could extrapolate on my Thanksgiving plans; my family is going to Atlanta on Thursday to celebrate with my aunts, my grandmother, and some cousins, and it shall be good...Until next time then... everyone have a wonderful Thanksgiving and God Bless

It's excruciating
I know you need to know where we stand
Is there harm in waiting?
Is this my only chance to take your hand?

I'm torn in two
By what I should
Or should not do
Torn, torn in two
Will you wait for me
If I run from you?

Over this I'm loosing rest
I can't bear to turn away
If I try to second guess
Oh, I gamble it away
I'm torn
--All Star United