on spring break, turning 22, and people who count

Spring break literally rocked ass from the first to the last day.

I started with some Savannah for St. Patrick's Day, flew to San Diego, and rounded out the week with Clemson.

Savannah is unbelievable amounts of ridiculous for St. Patrick's. People are everywhere, and a "one-in one-out" rule even applies for the gas station. I saw green, I saw a fight, I saw a man passed out in a urine soaked bush. And of course we had an RV mishap on the way home. What's a Hegarty RV trip without an RV mishap.

I spent a couple of days living it up in San Diego. Sometimes I wonder how I'm so lucky to have stumbled upon certain amazing moments in my life, but seriously, standing on the porch of a $2 million+ apartment facing the Pacific Ocean knowing you paid only $15 to get there has to be near the top of the list. I did all my favorites: drinking, heckling people, calling people old, eating sushi, and celebrating a birthday with IHOP and an ice cream cake.

Phone calls. Everyone wonderful called me on my birthday. I can't tell you how much I appreciate it! The other thing about phone calls. I can't explain how much I appreciate the fact that I can drunk dial someone 15 times a day from the hours of 4pm-4am, and he doesn't get annoyed with me. Maybe it's because I'm nicer when I'm drunk.

The 22nd birthday I think is almost better than the 21st. Expectations aren't nearly as high, and even when you get a speeding ticket during the days you're celebrating it, things like a raise at work will balance it out. After celebrating a bit in San Diego, I came home to Clemson to finish it up. Celebrating in Clemson included an awesome cupcake surprise, Scattegories, and downtown fun. Thanks to everyone for making my birthday amazing!!! (Especially for making sure I didn't go to bed in smoky clothes and Grand Marnier soaked hair.)

The only slight downer about spring break was that it made me think about things that have hurt me over the past year. Literally, what was my worst nightmare a year ago over spring break is a reality today. I completely understand that the sequence of events that have transpired have made me stronger and drawn me closer to my friends, but I can't help but be continually amazed that people who once supposedly loved me have had the capacity to hurt me so knowingly deep. After having gone through all this, certain hesitations will become instilled in your heart. The thing about letting someone new into your life is that you take the risk of having them hurt you in unfathomable ways because regardless of how perfect they seem in the beginning, you remember how perfect others were in the beginning and you realize it can all fade away. Even worse, you run the risk of hurting them in all the ways you even promise yourself you won't. How can you tell if something is just going to ruin you? Who makes it worth it? I can't help but find myself putting a little bit of faith in some people though.

bank statement

it makes a mother proud

$1000 bar tab night

best night ever

It started out as a small dream I had after noticing a small picture frame on the wall at a typical college bar. The largest bar tab ever accumulated at TD's is commemorated on the wall after the 1995, $700 fiasco. In a drunken stupor last fall, I convinced a friend we could beat that.

Plans were initially discussed following the cotton candy/baby oil wrestling party of Fall '05, but with several conflicts due to football season, etc, I let the idea slip through the cracks. With the encouragement of many of my friends, the idea was revived in January, and a tentative date was set. This date was March 10th.

In the weeks prior to March 10th, 42 tshirts were designed and ordered, calendars were cleared, friends were peer pressured to ditch real world responsibilities. Money was collected, bartenders were talked to, and party hats were created.

March 10th was amazing. We trickled into TD's starting at 5pm, and I charged $800 to my account and tipped $200. The tab began rolling, and within 15 minutes, TD's employees had already reprimanded my friends for being loud and out of control. The subsequent five hours were by far the best five hours of my life. Words cannot express the awesomeness. Literally a record breaking good time. Soon, I will return to TD's to bring them pictures of us that we want hung on their wall.

multitaskers

Yes, this is us playing flip cup AND beer pong, simultaneously.

march madness

Yes it's March 1st. Yes we're in the pool. Yes Meghan is wearing a hoodie. Yes it's freezing.

I just realized the last entry I wrote was the first entry on this blog for over a week. I don't want you guys thinking I live life upset. Things are really amazing right now actually.

Those fools in the pool with me are my roommates. I couldn't have asked for better. When things in life get weird, the worst thing in the world is to come home to a house that's uncomfortable and reeks of bad vibes. I'm thankful that I have roommates who pretty much listen to all of my bellyaching, watch me make bad decisions, and support me in ups and downs and still don't judge me.

The hardest part about life right now is balancing work and play. My first year in college, my oldest sister told me to always make sure I work as hard as I play. Now that it's senior year, I'm getting so frustrated because I have disgusting amounts of work to do, but temptation to go out and have crazy drunken fun is always around me. Sit in my room and design interfaces on Dreamweaver all night? Or join my friends at the pool with a handle of vodka?

The other thing about playing too hard is that my body literally hates me for it. Yoga at 9:30am on Tuesdays/Thursdays is so hard when your body is literally shaking from a hangover. Not to mention the time we had to do headstands in class after I had spent 11 hours drinking the night before. (PS Take yoga at Clemson if you can. The teacher is awesome and hilarious.)

Anyways, I need to pack and get rest so I can bring my A game to this weekend's road trip. Three awesome as shit trips planned for March.