It seemed like a good idea at the time.

This past week I definately been noticing all my responsibilities start to creep up on me. The conference I went to last weekend got me behind a bit on my reading and I'm still trying to play catch-up. Add in Senate, RA stuff, making time for friends and Mary, and a lack of sleep and this has been a long week. Not bad, just long. I told myself I was going to get to bed at a respectable time tonight so I can rest up for a weekend full of football. That is, until, we decided to pull an all-nighter.

Why, you might ask, would we decide to do this? Well, first of all, "we" is myself, Corey, Jake, and Slurp. There were a couple other people, but we lasted the longest. Apparently Slurp and Corey have a paper due for their 11:00 class, so Jake and I just decided to stay up with them. I am actually getting ready to get to bed, and it's just before 5 a.m., so technically I didn't pull an all-nighter.

This weekend should be fun though. One of my favorite things to do is wake up on Saturdays in the fall and watch college football all afternoon. Notre Dame is playing Michigan, which even during a rough year like this (for both teams) is a huge rivalry game. I'm somewhat optimistic, but every time I get my hopes up lately I end up getting crushed.

Then on Sunday Mary and I are driving to her house in Fort Wayne to spend some time with her niece and nephew (I'm sure I'll watch some NFL as well). I'm excited because I haven't met them yet, but it should be a good day.

And then, the second weekly Sunday night event night will be going on as well. This week will be the gallon challenge with milk. I'm a little nervous because I've done it and thrown up in the past. But it's all about making memories, right? I'm sure I'll have pictures when it's all said and done, so stayed tuned for those. (I promise to not actually show anyone puking)

I'm not sure how coherent this is sounding by this point, since it is 4:54 in the morning, so I'm heading off to bed. Have a great weekend!

Until next time,

Scott