Ah. Ocoee Gold Sunset. Mmm.

Natty Light? Yes Please!!!

V-O-L-S! VOLS, VOLS, VOLS!!!

Ohh Saturday. LoL. Saturday, Heather, Tom, David, Daniel, and I journeyed to Knoxville for the UT vs Air Force football game. 5 of us...1 four door Saturn...one HUGE cooler...basket of goodies...and plenty of alcohol. Game on. We drank on the way to Knoxville. Daniel and I were trying to create drinking games for road trips. My suggestion: Drunk 18-Wheeler. Every 18-wheeler that passes, we drink. Haha!!! Daniel's suggestion: Vols Caravan. Every car/SUV/truck that passes us in the fast lane, we drink. Thank GOD we didn't play that one...cause our little Saturn was weighed down to the max and, we got passed by LOTS of eager, speeding Vols fans. So many UT flags, magnets, bumper stickers, glass chalk, etc. We made good time...only had one navigation problem. Heather and Daniel were bickering over what bands were playing in Knoxville, Nashville, and Chattanooga. LoL, we missed the exit during that argument. Flipped a bitch of two...no prob. Our parking pass kicked ass. We were in the tailgating Mecca. I had a bottle of wine in one chair cupholder...a huge Jager Bomb in the other...and a wine cooler at my feet. Got alcohol? Haha. I was feeling pre-e-e-e-ty good by game time. Daniel and I shotgunned a beer and made more Jager Bombs before bebopping to the shuttles. For some reason, we all assumed the buses were No Food No Drink. Daniel and I CHUGGED our Jager Bombs once we got to the shuttle doors. Really? Because once we got on the bus, it was orange cups and coozies all over the place. Rats! On the shuttle ride to the stadium, we got the entire bus singing Rocky Top at the "top" of their lungs. It was glorious!!! Daniel, being the Bama fan he is, muttered, "I didn't know Rocky Top mentioned moonshine." Once we got to Neyland Stadium, our group had to separate. Daniel and I went to the inzone while Heather, Tom, and David hit the jumbotron. I loved our seats!!! Good job, D-Brizzle. I don't know how many times I sang Rocky Top and "V-O-L-S VOLS VOLS VOLS!" and all sorts of dandy little cheers. "Nuts and Bolts, Nuts and Bolts, we got SCREWED," was a personal fav of Daniel's. David and I were the only TRUE Vols fans out of our group. Everybody else wanted to leave after the 3rd quarter and hit up some bars. I got us to stay through the beginning of the 4th after TN scored. We watched the close finale from Chilis. After a few rounds of 2-fers, we rolled out and strolled down the strip. Daniel suggested this little place off the beaten path kinda called Cool Beans. I like this bar!!! There were all sorts of different people there. Vols, frat, sororitutes, hippies, tree huggers, Air Force, etc. We ordered some of our fav beverages and played some old school NBA bball. Ran into some Nooga folks. Good times. We finally left and decided it was time to hike back to the car. HA. And hike we did!!! On our trek, the guys were cracking my shit up. David and Daniel were stealing EVERYTHING. I'm talking orange tape made into sashes. Orange and white triangle flags made into hula skirts. Oodles of orange cones. Pom poms. Soccer signs. Banners. You name it. It was brought back to the car. We all finally made it back to the Saturn...and piled in. David kept begging Heather to drive by the Porta-Potties to do #2. Begging and pleading. Daniel agreed. After a grumble, Heather finally swung by the Johns. As the car is still moving, David and Daniel LEAPED out of the car, ran over, and knocked over 4 Porta-Potties!!! Ewww!!! There was wretched nastiness coming out the tops of those things. BLAH!!! Heather freaked out and sped across the parking lot. I just knew we were gonna get arrested. But. We made it back safe and sound. Daniel and I crashed at my 'rents house in Cleveland. My folks banned him to the downstairs air mattress. LoL.

All Smiles

I got asked out today. And not by some creepy old man at the pharmacy. Or some underage thug of a white kid. Or some college frat/footbal guy who only wants a piece of ass. My roomie's boyfriend and his two friends helped her bring her furniture to the new apartment back in July. LoL they were freaking hilarious. Actually, they got us freaking written up on Moving Day for "cursing out" the lease manager lady (who was running late). Come to find out, they didn't really "curse her out." But my roomie was mortified because we got one of our only possible three write ups on Moving Day. Anyways, the guys helped us evaluate the apartment and such. One of the guys I just thought was extremely handsome. Very very sarcastic. Loud. Hilarious. And as he and his buddy were joking around and being evil, Cutie decided he would lay down in the middle of the living room floor. Keep in mind, I had said only a few words to guy before this. So as he layed there, chit chatting...I walk over to him and say, "You don't know how badly I wanted to come over and kick you. Hehe. Sorry. I just had to let you know." He laughed, and I just smirked. We joked and flirted the rest of Moving Day. That was about it. But I think he's very attractive. Anyways today, he asked if we could go out sometime. Nothing big. But it just makes me smile. We may end up going to do something...we may not. But he has made my day today. :oD Thanks Brandon!

Irony

A week or so back...I had a rather horrible day at work. Down right wretched. I got off work and desperately needed to talk to someone. Anybody. So as I sadly drove down a dark Highway 153, I started dialing the first number that came to mind. Before hitting send, I hesitated. I didn't want to bother anybody with my problems. Waste anybody's time listening to my monotonous, boring problems. I hung up. The further I drove, the worse I felt. So I dialed other people. My friends? I left 2 voicemails. I had a brief chat with one of my gal pals. Did I mention it was brief? She was preoccupied with herself and boys. So I got the brush off. I called one of my good guy friends and was so relieved when he actually answered. 2 seconds into the convers, he goes, "Uh...Jess...can I call you back in like, uh, 15 minutes? Brooke's on the other line." Uh. Pussy whipped. Then I called another gal pal. Exact situation. She was eating dinner with a guy. Call me back in 20. Did I hear back from either of them the rest of the night? Nooope. So. Feeling even WORSE than I did before (on the verge of tears)...I dialed the very first number I wanted to earlier. No answer. As I prepared to leave a voicemail, EUREKA! He called me back immediately. I was so excited. We talked for a good while. Joked around. Laughed. I vented a little about work. It felt good to talk. Especially to him. And I felt sooo ridiculous...because after we got off the phone (I had a problem arrise that I HAD to take care of)...I freaking teared up. Gah. I do miss him. And that's the worse feeling: Here you are alone in your apartment. Smiling. Happy about the conversation. Thankful to be in a better mood. And you're blinking back tears anyways! Not wanting to cry. Refusing to cry. But those damn tears just blink, blink, blink. You're left with the watery, blinking, staring at the ceiling eyes. LoL. And you're left feeling silly there by yourself.

Boys, Boys...

What's the quickest way to get your number deleted from my phone? The infamous random hookup text. The past week has depleted the contact list in my cell. I've received the "How about some birthday booty?" text earlier in the week. Which was no suprise from that particular fellow. But last night/wee early hours of the morning, I got a text from a guy I thought wasn't like that. Well, wasn't like that anymore? *shrugs* Go figure. Anyways, this was the infamous "We should hook up just for the hell of it," text. Uhhh whyyy? You know, I shouldn't be suprised. Both guys are ex-football players. Different colleges. But apparently, same track minds. Big effing boo. :o( Yes, I enjoy flirting. And joking around. And having fun. But damn...I'm not looking for some casual fling! Back off my Kool-Aid, horn dogs!