And to HELL with Flor-i-da!!!



We



beat



Florida.

We did! For the first time since 1997, for the second time in I believe fifteen years, we beat Florida. And I was there, and you weren't, so ha.
The trip was so much fun-- we drove down to Jacksonville Friday morning and just hung out in the hotel that night. Saturday morning we woke up and drove to the stadium-- a drive that took us about a hundred years. I have never seen that much traffic before in my life. And every car was decked out in either red Georgia car flags, car magnets, static clings, and homemade signs, or hideously orange Florida gear, so it was easy to tell whether you should let somebody in or not. After parking about a billion miles away, we arrived at the stadium (smaller than Sanford, but with real seats, which is definitely nice) in time for kick-off, and the game was great. Nervewracking, heart-stopping, terrifying, but great. We led the whole time, although at some points it was only by a field goal (Andy Bailey may never be Billy Bennett, but I'm definitely thankful he made all his kicks yesterday), and at times it really looked like Florida could have stepped it up and taken the lead. But they didn't. Because they suck. And we won, 31-24.
Post-game, we walked to The Landing (the outdoor-mallish area full of restaurants and bars that everybody at game goes to in order to get wasted and make fools out of themselves) to eat and wow everybody who said it was too crowded to be fun were right. Despite the ridiculous crowds, it was really cool that wherever you'd walk, someone you'd never seen before would yell out "Go Dawgs!" and you'd cheer for a bit, getting angry and bitter looks from Florida fans as you went. So we didn't stick around The Landing for long, for fear of getting trampled by drunken masses, but we did decide to stop off at the beach before returning to the hotel. I haven't been to the ocean in forever and so we stayed there as long as our fatigue would allow us, collecting shells in the dark and walking around in the tide. Then back to the hotel, and this morning, back home.
I would like to point out, also, that yesterday was the first day since 1978 that the University of Florida, the University of Miami, and Florida State have all lost on the same day-- UF to us of course, Miami to unranked North Carolina, and FSU to unranked Maryland. Considering both FSU and Miami were ahead of us in the polls-- we're pleased.
NOT as pleased as if Lou Holtz and the Gamecocks had come through for us to beat Tennessee, but what can you do?

Is It Enough?

Been at home for a couple days, having skipped a class and left Athens a day early so as to maximize my laying-around-the-house-watching-Boy-Meets-World time. There really is nothing to do here at all. I mean, I know that when I'm sitting in Athens hoping it works out for me to go home early, but I never really understand it until I arrive and all there is to do is sit and watch television. The wireless internet is broken (or some such nonsense-- my dad, who is out of town, claims he'll be able to fix it the moment he gets home, as if his mere presence works wonders for ailing wireless internet routers) and so it's back to sharing the computer with my mother, who likes to adjust the resolution so you can fit about three lines of text per screen and likes to close my AIM windows for no reason at all. I've started scrapbooking-- because I'm a big huge nerd-- and it's actually not bad. It suits me, as normally I'd be going through old nostalgic stuff anyway, so I might as well have some calculated purpose for doing so. Unfortunately it came to my attention last night as I was just getting ready to actually put picture to paper and create pages for 10th through 12th grade that all of the scissors in our house are lefties (my mother is a lefty and thinks she is therefore better than the rest of us) and there is nothing adhesive to be found, anywhere, short of duct tape, which will not do. So alas. It'll be my home project maybe, and it'll get finished sometime before I graduate college.
What's in store for today is a haircut eventually, though I've written before and I'll probably write again how much I truly hate getting my hair cut, then at some point I may be making mini-muffins for tomorrow's impending roadtrip, then I must pack, then I must hunt down several things (e.g. Christmas decorations, warm clothes, and a few DVDs) that I had planned to bring back to school and now cannot for the life of me find.
And then tomorrow will be waking up early, blearily driving over to my roommate's house in Suwanee, joining her and two of our other friends, and making the five-or-six-or-seven-hour-depending-on-who-you-ask drive to Jacksonville, Florida. For the Florida game. Which we will be winning (depending on who you ask).
So that's where I am, and that's where I'll be for the next couple of days. Sitting around the house, and then en route to the World's Largest Outdoor Cocktail Party. And the way I figure, if the Red Sox hadn't won a World Series in a bajillion years, and now they have, then Georgia, which has only beaten Florida once in thirteen years, can certainly pull off a win. We don't even have a curse to contend with, just a mental block! Have faith, dear readers. (And also, don't make fun of me if we lose. I will surely be in a rather fragile mental state, as a loss to an unranked team at this point will drop us in the rankings to about #986,331. Thanks.)

Define Stupid

My highlight of the Young Democrats/College Republicans debate which I attended this evening:

The Republican debate team's lone girl debater, on how the Republican senatorial candidate has a truly horrible environmental record and yet in campaign ads, calls himself an environmentalist:

"He's called a conservative-- and that means he's for the conservation of the environment."

Seasonally

Yesterday I got a new phone! The Sony-Ericcson PenisPhone is no more! It was definitely time, contract be damned. The new phone is a Motorola V220, a camera phone. So that's good news. No more putting up with the PenisPhone's crap.
Today I actually witnessed a leaf fall off a tree and onto the ground. It was even colored. It was brilliant. Finally it's gotten chilly-- I even shivered a little bit on the way home from dinner! Of course, it's really overcast, so that might account for the cool weather, and by tomorrow it could get up to a sunny 80 degrees. But let's hope not.
The Christmas Countdown, if you were wondering (I'm sure you were) is at 71 days, by the way.
I'm also mad because I did poorly on a Stat test and because I lost an opportunity to make fifty bucks, but I'll not detail those things here, because the chill has put me in a good mood and I don't feel like killing it quite yet. I think I'll go do something productive.

Goddamnit All To Hell

Seriously, how much was Tennessee paying the refs today? I'm too depressed to exist.

I said it's great (woof woof!) to be (woof woof!) a Georgia Bulldog!

So today was definitely the most exciting game I've ever attended. Best crowd ever hands down, just incredibly loud, and I swear Sanford was above capacity somehow. Usually people start clearing out during the 3rd quarter, especially when it pretty much looks like the game has been decided, but today the vast majority of fans stuck it out and I think it really made a difference. And finally people have learned (was it that letter in the Red & Black Friday?) to shut the hell up when we're on offense and to scream like mad when we're on defense! Who'd have thought.
For those of you who missed it, we won 45-16 against LSU, the defending national co-champions (pssh, BCS nonsense), in a game where the spread was supposed to be three (3!). Our offense was on fire, our defense was amazing, and we actually played like a championship team for the first time all season. And for those of you who've missed a lot, LSU is the same team that slaughtered us twice last season, so this was like sweet, sweet revenge.
Oh, and for those of you ex-Miltonites, I didn't realize this until I was reading recaps after the game, but Sean Bailey made his first touchdown tonight! Aw. Somebody we all kind of sort of knew in high school is doing well. Aren't we proud.

It's Gaaaaaame Daaaaaay!!!

Geaux home, Bayou Bengals! LSU seaux! You can't spell "SLUT" without "LSU"!
GO DAWGS!
I had a dream last night that we lost 43-23 and that we went down to somewhere around #20 in all the polls. DON'T let that happen for real.

Oh, and register to vote by MONDAY. Or else-- I kill you.