That’s what my AP US History teacher called Indianapolis. He’s pretty much right, but here I am, back in India-no-place for a month long celebration of Christmas, New Year’s, family togetherness, and ridiculous amounts of road construction. Hello, Indiana.
The funny thing is, whenever I drive by myself, I never have any problems. Sometimes traffic is a little sticky in Nashville or right outside of Louisville, but generally speaking, I do not get trapped in a car for hours wondering why Elizabeth’s iPod suddenly thought it was cute and started playing “Will I Ever Make It Home?” by Ingram Hill. (That can go on record as the single time I refused to listen to them. And by refused, I mean, you CANNOT be serious, this song is not playing while we are stuck in a traffic jam ON MY WAY BACK TO MAMA AND DADDY’S.) Of course, a week and a half from now when I drive to Franklin, Kentucky for the wedding of the year, my good luck will break, and I will somehow manage to be stuck in the car by myself. Keep your fingers crossed that that doesn’t happen.
On the subject of weddings, one of my best friends got engaged on Monday. The story is great, the ring is beautiful, and there could not be a better, more deserving couple. They are so ridiculously happy together, and I am so excited for them. This is not to say, however, that I am not completely weirded out that one of my best friends, one of my sorority sisters, someone I know so well and am so close to, someone I have lived with, people I have known my entire college career are GETTING MARRIED. This is nuts. I am a grown up. And when they get married next August? I AM GOING TO HAVE A FREAKING DEGREE AND A GROWN UP JOB. Make it stop. But the wedding can happen. Growing up? Not so much.
Last night, my big came over to the house while I was supposed to be packing to leave, and we stayed up and talked until an inappropriate hour of the morning. I got about three hours of sleep last night, woke up forty-five minutes later than I had planned, didn’t get a chance to go work out, and had to rush to get my car loaded and ready to go so I could get back to my parents’ house at a reasonable hour/before dinner. It was completely worth it, though. She is one of my favorite people in all the world, and as much as I hate I’ve only had two years in my sorority, I am thankful because I have an amazing big who is one of my best friends and will stay up mega late (or early) just to sit and talk because we’re going on break. Pretty fabulous. Besides, I feel fine, thanks to a quick pit stop at Starbucks before leaving home this morning.
Well, I think I’m off to bed. There’s really nothing else to do. This should be an interesting break …
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December 23, 2007 at 7:19 pm
My iPod will not make that mistake again.