OKTOBERFEST

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It's the Saturday of Oktoberfest, and I'm sooo bored. Last night was surprisingly not so bad. Chowder Foot won the Battle of the Bands. Woohoo! That means they're coming back for Spring Weekend. Everyone should come and see them then, because they rock! After that I hung out with the drinkers for a bit. They were amusing for a little while, but then I decided watching Medical Investigation was a better option at 10. After that Kelly and Adrianne came by Jen's, where I had been talking and chilling, and the four of us talked until around 1ish. Then we all decided to go to bed, because Kelly had the Alumni Lacrosse game today. Jen, Adrianne, and I watched that at 11 this morning, and I've been chilling in my room ever since. There's basically no appeal associated with anything at this year's Oktoberfest. Homegrown only ever had one good song. American HiFi sucks live. Derks Bentley (sp?) is a country singer. Therefore, I boycott. Plus for about twenty or thirty minutes it was pouring down rain. That's certainly not my idea of a good time. I've been working on Mom's blanket, which is almost done. (FINALLY!!) I don't really have any plans for my birthday. I don't think there are any secret plans lurking around this year either. My hall always seems to surprise me, but I have a feeling there aren't any for this year. I mean, my birthday is on a freakin' Tuesday. There's not much exciting about Tuesday, except two for one Tuesday at Domino's hahaha. Stephanie might come up since she doesn't have Wednesday classes, but regardless I'm sure I'll have a sandwich and a drink at Macado's and that's about it. If Stephanie comes, I'd probably buy her some wine coolers and me some beer, and we'd watch a movie or something. That's only if Katy's cool with that, though, because she has a 9am on Wednesday. Who knows? Anyway, no one is coming up next weekend either, at least not that I've heard lately. Ah well. This is not a pitty party. I'm not really sad about it. I just don't see it as a big deal either way. I think not drinking for the past three months has helped me in that way. I don't think in the past I have EVER refused a drink. For three months now, I have refused ALL drinks. I feel empowered by this somehow. Like the option was always there before, to refuse, but it was silly to consider ACTUALLY exercising the option. Now, I feel as though I will certainly no longer have those bad drunk nights where I regret something. I've also had to deal with my issues lately, because I stopped smoking about a month ago too. Drinking and smoking were ways for me not to deal. It makes me glad to know that I don't NEED either anymore. Drinking is still a fun way to occupy my time, but it is no longer my escape. I'll be glad to be allowed to drink again, but I just don't think that my birthday is going to be a monumentous occasion. To my chagrin, my past episodes have certainly made most of my college friends weary to drink with me. I suppose it would be hard for me to accept that someone had changed in such habits as well. Actions speak louder than words. Well I should go grab some dinner from the picnic while it's not raining.
Later Days.

**EDIT: Fuck this entry. I have no life. I need a cigarette. Instead, though, I think I'll eat this pint of Haagen Dazs.**