Georgia.

Written yesterday whilst driving up I95.
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Currently, Ryan and I are consumed in our own lives, singing along to my old 90’s mix (Vanilla Ice, Backstreet Boys, N*Sync, etc.) and cruising by other people who are preoccupied with their lives. The air bag light is on in the dash, and it’s slightly worrying me. I failed to check the air pressure in my tires before I left, and now I’m regretting it. I’m also waiting until after the trip to get my oil changed, which is also regrettable. Ryan also commented on how the alignment is off, and now that is also something I’m thinking about.

The good news? We’re in Georgia. It took about 30 minutes (if that) to cross the border, and we’re on our way. Only about five more hours of driving, then we’ll be seeing Craig and Dana and the girls. I’m excited. This weekend, this break, has been long awaited. I haven’t seen Craig in nearly three years, and I’ve never actually even met Dana face to face. So… this is weird. And exciting. And wonderful. I hate that I miss them so much, but they’re a good family to miss. (:

This weekend has so much that needs to be taken care of. I’m with that awesome family until Sunday morning, my online class work is due on Monday at 11:59pm (and I’ve got a LOT of work to do for that… like an 8 page paper), and I’ve got work due on Monday at 11am and 1pm for my two ministry classes. I’m a whiner, but I did this to myself. Procrastination bites, and I am the victim and perpetrator. My ADD (as mom calls it… but really, who isn’t ADD these days?), inability (no desire?) to teach myself, and my lack of self-discipline is a really terrible combination when I chose to take an online course instead of wait for it to come around in the spring as a classroom course. I’m also fairly sure I’ll be taking this class again, so that adds to my lack of motivation to even do any of the work this weekend. I really hate it. I really hate myself for this, too, and I’m fairly sure my parents will be extremely disappointed in me. All of this together equals to a not-so happy camper.

The good news? We’re in Georgia. We’re going to see Craig and Dana and the girls. We’re going to visit, and laugh, and catch up, and have fun. We’re also going to hug each other because we haven’t seen each other in so long, and there will be much joyfulness.

Also, we just switched the 90’s cd over to my “Booya!” cd (which is a mystery itself), and Hit Me Baby One More Time just came on. Today is a glorious day.

Georgia is a pretty place, but everything looks dead right now. YAY WINTER! WINTER IS COMING!

I think this blog has been sufficiently random. More later. Or Sunday. See ya!

Also, Ryan has instructed me to write a paragraph about him on this blog. So, here you go, Ryan. This whole paragraph is dedicated to you and your uncanny ability to direct everything to yourself. (He just nodded that that and said he liked it, so I can write that.) Now he wants to make a vlog (video blog for all you technologically illiterate people). He’s so demanding. Hah.