Groundhoggin'

Groundhog. I can't even believe it was already two weeks ago. The weather was absolutely atrocious, but that just made it even more fun. We all got soaked + walked back in the mud + destroyed Old Mill even more than it already was. I say it every year, but this was my favorite Groundhog. This could be hindsight & rose-colored glasses & all of those other things, but the week-long recovery was worth it. [A week-long recovery might mean that I'm getting too old for this, but I refuse to acknowledge such implications.]

Dre's engagement party on Friday night.

The creepiest of photo booths & I love it.

Jake's face. That is all. 

Bests: snuggles & crushers.

The Circus turns into Beer Olympics every year.

Such a perfect depiction of GHog.

These two photosets are my proudest accomplishments, to date. I did this during class, and I was definitely getting some judgmental stares from the people around me. 

The Cuddle Cave. I've never felt so disgusting and comfortable at the same time.

Em & Jake being all thankful in Thanksgiving Square.

The face of someone who does NOT want to go home.

Aaaaaand Teresa came & of course we got no pictures, so business as usual. 

Now, with Lent in a few days, I get to reflect on the state of my life. I have been somewhat of a hot mess recently. I've gone out more than I should, meaning I've consumed more alcohol than I should, meaning I've done stupid things more than I should. So I'm in official detox. I've loaded up my phone with all sorts of Catholic apps, I'm doubling down on this whole law school thing, and adulthood will at least be feigned. Gird your loins, because I'm giving up alcohol + turning my diet into a clean eating keto. It's going to be ruff. 

I'm off to pray a decade of the rosary for every weird, drunk, embarrassing thing I've done recently. If I start now, I'll be done in a few months. 

Insta Round-Up: The Great Groundhogian

Sorry if you've already seen these on Insta;
I just couldn't spare the time to write an actual post, so you get GHog pics instead.
I've been a busy little bee & finally finished my law school apps! 
Right on time, too, because the first deadline is February 15th.
If I don't mention law school ever again, 
it's because I didn't get in anywhere and let's not talk about it, k?

I submitted my apps last night,
and there was a marked difference in my behavior at work today.
It went a little something like this:

I had "Timber" stuck in my head all day,

time actually moved fairly quickly, 

& I couldn't wait to go on my evening run.

Someone asked me for relationship advice, 

and I didn't even respond snarkily.

In short, today was weird.

Things have been pretty awful for so long, 

it's a little disconcerting to feel so careless. 

Now, release the Groundhog: 
(let's see how many allusions I can make in this one)

God created man in his image;
in the image of God he created them;
male and female he created them.

And God looked at everything he had made, and found it very good.

So God, male, female, and groundhog shared a beer.

Evening came, and morning followed--

Groundhog Day.

Sorry for the blasphemy.

Listen my children and you shall hear

of the midnight ride of Groundhog & beer.

The Groundhog rode again on Saturday. 

Groundhog Day is my absolute favorite holiday.

Sometimes, I get caught up in Christmas & Halloween,

but February 2 rolls around and I remember. 

Oh, do I remember.

Last year at GHog, I was unemployed.

 Having a job made this year slightly more complicated,

but not necessarily in a bad way.

I still managed to stay out ridiculously late on Thursday & Friday, 

but I didn't get sick-drunk, 
so I consider it an all-around win.

There was some fairly persuasive encouragement

to skip work on Saturday, 

but I did the adult thing & the anticipation made it that much better.

Despite my desire to catch up to everyone else, drunk-wise, 

I distinctly remember eating a piece of naan 

& telling a stranger that "I just don't want to die."

(His response: a very solemn "me neither" & a bite out of my naan. 

No one's a stranger for long on Groundhog.) 

(Row 1: a Mexican cartel bomb to start the weekend right, a free Pat Green concert courtesy of Chart Westcott, & what I was doing Saturday morning;

Row 2: Ye Olde Tower, lovely ladiez, & GHog buds;

Row 3: #socollege, Greg was a dancing machine, & the Groundhog 2014 sweatshirt)

Casualties of the weekend: the Burt's Bees that I accidentally washed 
in the laundry the next day, 
the sleep I so desperately need (my eye's been twitching for days now), 
and my desire to be an adult. 
Can I re-do college?