with praise our cowbells ring.

I love Mississippi State.

No, strike that. I ADORE Mississippi State, and last night, that adoration was magnified to a whole 'nother level. Last night, we proved why we're a part of the SEC. Last night, Dan and our boys showed Georgia what its like to be a True Bulldog. That was seriously one of the best games of my life. I laughed. I cried. I almost choked on my pom pom. I screamed. I rang. I can hardly put into words how much I love this university. I truly believe that there is no sound more beautiful than 50,000 cowbells ringing together in a perfect harmony. I get chills when Bully and the team run onto the field, and singing the alma mater with the student section makes me tear up. I'm not going to lie. Last semester, things got so rough that I gave serious consideration to transferring back home. But then I remember where I am. I can't even fathom leaving this place. Leaving Mississippi State would leave a whole in my life so enormous, nothing could ever have the hopes of even beginning to fill it. Mississippi State has changed my life for the better and for good (yes, I just quoted Wicked :)) But seriously. I can't see myself anywhere else. I don't belong on a quad. I belong on the Drill Field. I don't need to be wearing orange, red, blue, yellow, crimson, purple, gold, or black. The only colors I will ever belong in are Maroon and White. I won't ever be a Vol, a Tiger, a Wildcat, a Gator, or (god forbid) a Rebel. I will always be a Bulldog. A Bulldog til I die. Don't hand me a shaker unless I've got a cowbell in my other hand. I want to tailgate on the Junction. I want to take a walk down Engineering Row. I want to eat at Mugshots and Bulldog Deli. Oby's and City Bagel. I want to stroll down Main Street. I want to play in the rain in the courtyard. I want to scream at a Dawg Rally. I want to dance at Barn Party. I want to be a Rowdy at the Hump. I want to ring my bell at Davis Wade. I want to see our boys on Scott Field.

I could go on and on, but I believe I've made my point.

Maroon and White. Maroon and White.
Of thee with joy we sing.
Thy colors bright, our souls delight,
With praise our cowbells ring.

forreal.

I hate test week. With a passion.You know what week I'm talking about. That one week every month or so that, just the way the chapters fall, everyone seems to have a test in every class.

It is during this first test week that I have discovered that campus is super creepy at 5:45 in the morning when the sun hasn't come up yet. The entire time I was walking to the Union I was clutching my wristlet with my brick of a phone inside it, ready to beat someone down if I needed to.

Why was I walking around campus before sunrise you may ask? Cell Biology. That's why. My first slap from test week was my Cell Bio exam at 8 this morning, though it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Well, I say that. What I really mean was that I was expecting cold-blooded death on paper, while it was really more like a brutal mugging in a dark alleyway on paper. Forreal.

Tomorrow is when I've got my 1-2 punch. I have Organic Chemistry and Physics, back to back. Shoot me. I honestly don't think Physics will be too bad. My professor is kind of an idiot, so I doubt he could make that complicated of a test. It's Organic that's going to eat me. Like legitimately eat me. There's a god bit of stuff that just goes over my head. Like chair conformations. They don't even look like chairs! They look like lopsided bowties! Ugh.

I give up. I'm becoming an Art major.

At least hell week - oh sorry - test week ends on a high note. That's right. Tomorrow is

*que cowbells*

Round 2 of the

                            Bulldog vs Tiger  

                                SHOWDOWN!!!!

Tomorrow evening, my Bulldogs take on the Auburn kittens *ahem* Tigers, and I'm absolutely pumped. I think one person has me beat though. As I was walking in front of the Perry, I saw a young man, wearing a maroon wig, ferociously skipping down the street, singing "Tomorrow! Tomorrow! It's Gameday tomorrow! It's only a day away!" I wish I could be as awesome as him. Forreal. Campus is going to be beyond insane tomorrow. Especially with the university closing the parking lots at 11 (forreal?). But regardless, the bizarreness of a Thursday night game will quickly be offset by the awesomeness of the game. I can't wait.

Well, I sure hope I survive tomorrow. Forreal :)