Meanwhile, on Planet Farfluga...
So check it out, my very first drunken lj post! Because today was my last exam, and also the end of Stats, me and a few others (Candice and Michelle) decided to celebrate by going out for dinner/drinks. We ended up at the Sapphire Lounge which is a very nice place with a ridiculously huge menu of martinis. I tried two, a lifesaver and a sparkling green apple, both of which were vodka martinis. Not too bad. Plus I sampled from other people. Then we went to the Rooster, where I hung out for roughly an hour (time flies when you're drunk) until I decided I was pretty bored and would be better served by going home/getting Subway/updating lj/going to bed. So here I am.
Anyway.
One thought that struck me tonight was the subject of drinking. As all of you (my friends) know, I avoided drinking for the first 21 years of my life because of familial alcoholism as well as my own problems with depression and drug addiction(ish). This year, however, I started to wonder if my avoidance/fear of drinking was just as unhealthy as possible overindulgence, and so I decided to try it out. As of tonight, I've drank/been drunk somewhere between 6 and 7 times. All of these have been in social situations, I haven't done anything I particularly regret, and things seem to be okay. However, I do love this feeling. It doesn't quite match the complete loss of inhibitions that I may have romantically imagined (although that's probably a good thing, considering some of my more dangerous thoughts), but it does result in a pleasant "not quite here" sensation that I previously associated with muscle relaxants/sleeping pills. Of course, that could very well be a bad thing. One of the (many) reasons I had problems with those pills before was the sensation they evoked. The feeling that I wasn't really here, that things weren't really happening to me, and that I could just float away. It could very well be that I'm imagining things to be worse than they are, but if I start to get drunk by myself I have to wonder if I'm falling into the same patterns I did in Lethbridge.
In other, more positive, news: I'm finished my third year of university!!! My exams went pretty well, I think. I'm even confident about Stats, and I think I might even avoid having to buy Kunal some pizza (which he said I would have to do if I scored less than a 90%, great motivator that he is). On Monday I'll be meeting with Elaine (my employer/thesis advisor) to discuss my hours for the summer. Depending on what is decided, I'll be looking for another job to keep myself busy. But things are up in the air currently, so I won't worry about that just yet.
And, uhm, other than that I managed to roll my ankle on the way home. Again. Stupid bloody ankles. Peterborough should seriously invest in some more level sidewalks.
Hope everyone else is well, and I'll talk to you all anon. Hugs and howls. And stuff.
Anyway.
One thought that struck me tonight was the subject of drinking. As all of you (my friends) know, I avoided drinking for the first 21 years of my life because of familial alcoholism as well as my own problems with depression and drug addiction(ish). This year, however, I started to wonder if my avoidance/fear of drinking was just as unhealthy as possible overindulgence, and so I decided to try it out. As of tonight, I've drank/been drunk somewhere between 6 and 7 times. All of these have been in social situations, I haven't done anything I particularly regret, and things seem to be okay. However, I do love this feeling. It doesn't quite match the complete loss of inhibitions that I may have romantically imagined (although that's probably a good thing, considering some of my more dangerous thoughts), but it does result in a pleasant "not quite here" sensation that I previously associated with muscle relaxants/sleeping pills. Of course, that could very well be a bad thing. One of the (many) reasons I had problems with those pills before was the sensation they evoked. The feeling that I wasn't really here, that things weren't really happening to me, and that I could just float away. It could very well be that I'm imagining things to be worse than they are, but if I start to get drunk by myself I have to wonder if I'm falling into the same patterns I did in Lethbridge.
In other, more positive, news: I'm finished my third year of university!!! My exams went pretty well, I think. I'm even confident about Stats, and I think I might even avoid having to buy Kunal some pizza (which he said I would have to do if I scored less than a 90%, great motivator that he is). On Monday I'll be meeting with Elaine (my employer/thesis advisor) to discuss my hours for the summer. Depending on what is decided, I'll be looking for another job to keep myself busy. But things are up in the air currently, so I won't worry about that just yet.
And, uhm, other than that I managed to roll my ankle on the way home. Again. Stupid bloody ankles. Peterborough should seriously invest in some more level sidewalks.
Hope everyone else is well, and I'll talk to you all anon. Hugs and howls. And stuff.