doah.
doah. I'm such a dumbass. I am never going to drink again. I didn't think I was going to, but I hate being sober in a room full of drunk people so I had three shots (I swear, that was it--I didn't even "try" other people's drinks!) and by the end of the night I had fallen into the refrigerator (and hit my head really hard), did Carmen Electra with my roommate in the hallway and loudly announcing to everyone that "I lost 18 pounds since I got back from break so everyone should look at me"--in my British dialect, mind you.
I find out later that it was 100 proof vodka.
It threw off my whole weekend. I had such high hopes of running today and going to work call (I will probably do both at one point in the day, however, I am not suited to work with power tools right now--I may be still drunk) and cleaning my room and getting all this homework done because I won't have time to do it later this weekend.
*sigh* Never again, Emily. Never again.
There is only one word to sum up the evening: doah.
I find out later that it was 100 proof vodka.
It threw off my whole weekend. I had such high hopes of running today and going to work call (I will probably do both at one point in the day, however, I am not suited to work with power tools right now--I may be still drunk) and cleaning my room and getting all this homework done because I won't have time to do it later this weekend.
*sigh* Never again, Emily. Never again.
There is only one word to sum up the evening: doah.