I should be going to sleep right now, but I don't feel like it. Facebook isn't entertaining me enough, so I guess I'll blog.

I LOVE my students. I love my job. I love living in Savannah, and I love my fiance'.

I'm getting married in 23 days! YAY!

I hate the ridiculously overplayed commercials on ABC Family.

I hate doing the dishes with a passion.

I am dressing up as a cowgirl for school tomorrow.

I'm sick of hearing about Michael Jackson every morning on the Today Show.

My brother is on the Homecoming court this year and I really want to go see him strut his stuff and maybe get a crown.

I can't wait to be Mrs. Conn. =)

The End

Lance and I took a spontaneous trip to Chattanooga on Friday. We needed a quick getaway and it was great. We went to Rock City and Ruby Falls. There was some girl from TNU at Rock City and she definitely remembered us, but I still can't remember her name. You should know for future reference that 4th of July weekend is the busiest time of the year at Ruby Falls. If you don't like standing in lines for 40 minutes and then being cramped in tiny spaces with entirely too many people while being underground...don't go for the 4th! I still had a great time and loved being able to get away for a few hours with my fiance'.

I was corrected by someone I know about bridal/wedding lingo. So apparently Lance is my fiance' with only one 'e.' I am his fiance'e with 2 'e's. (Though I still think I put the apostrophe in the wrong spot..) I did not know that there was any difference at all. Also, you are only supposed to say congratulations to the groom and best wishes to the bride. I think this is kind of silly, and I enjoy being congratulated. The end.

So I hope everyone had a great 4th of July. I can't exactly say mine was great...Shall I explain? So, the 4th was the day Jenn and I officially went our separate ways as she moved out and into her awesome townhome that I am so jealous of. I also had to spend the day packing my life away in what had to be a million boxes. Lance and I had plans for the evening to go eat at Demos' with Jenn and her parents, and then catch the 9:00 downtown fireworks since we'd be right there. We should have stayed home....the madness ensued from this point on.
- We drive downtown among crazy traffic and tall buildings only to be frightened by the sound of 3 fighter jets overhead...as Lance put it...it was much like 9/11 reinactments in movies...we were kind of scared until we realized it was for the show. Silly us.

- Still fighting our way to the parking garage, I look to the left and see a woman in a very unfortunate pair of pants. Ladies, do not under any circumstances wear WHITE spandex tights with a white thong and a short shirt which does not cover the junk in your trunk. It's not cute no matter how tiny you are...just don't, ok? Thank-you.

- Finally making it to Demos' and waiting outside for our names to be called....loud explosion like fireworks were set off by some locals living in those condos...Scared the living daylights out of me when paired with the reverberation of being surrounded by huge buildings.

- Still waiting outside recovering from the exploding fireworks, a fight ensues across the street. It was a bad fight. Cops, a firetruck, and an ambulance were all there within 30 seconds. I'll spare you the details on that. At one point, however, one of the young ladies who was all of 120 pounds decided she was so mad at one of the cops that she should punch him in the arm. Was she arrested you ask? No. A few minutes of sitting on the curb time out was all she needed for assaulting a cop apparently.

- Finally at 8:00 our names are called. As we walk in, someone tapes up a sign saying "Fireworks moved to 8:30 due to weather." So, that's the end of our plan for the fireworks. We order, and I make my way into the bathroom to join the wait in a very long line being held up by 3, 5, and 10 year old girls. Meanwhile, I hear sudden booming overhead just as a woman behind me says they started the fireworks at 8:15 instead. Another lady chimes in and informs the entire bathroom that Nashville was under a tornado watch. Lovely.

- Eating dinner and loving our steaks, there is suddenly a hurricane right outside the door. We watch the trees flailing about and people running for cover. Then a firetruck comes and stops at the Demos' door. 2 parametics come in and walk around the corner. The next thing you know, we're moving tables to clear a pathway for a stretcher to take a passed out woman to the truck. This is all happening while we're eating dinner. Talk about entertainment! haha

- We finish dinner and go up to the car. By this time, the fireworks and crazy hurricane are finished, so everyone is trying to leave the garage. We stood by the ledge of the garage for 40 minutes before people even started to move on our level. During this time, a group of teens from the garage across the street begin yelling "hey" to a group of people a few levels below us. The teeny bopper girls then commence in making inappropriate sexual noises across to the people they don't even know. (Even if they did know them....still not kosher.) How classy. After this, all of the cars in downtown Nashville decide to participate in one uniform honking of the horns. Surrendering to the craziness of the 4th, we pulled out the lawn chairs which were supposed to be there for the fireworks show and tailgated in the garage until we could actually escape.

- To Jenn, Dave, Mary Lou, and Lance- thank-you for sharing in this very memorable 4th of July with me. I'll never forget it. I can't think of anyone else I'd rather be with when surrounded by insanity.

And that was my last night in Nashville.