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wow. This is a new record. In about 5 hours, I vomited 3-4 times...I don't even know whether it was 3 or 4, because at some points I was just hanging around the toilet, waiting to vomit.
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I took some concerta last night. My friend said it helps him study & stay focused in school. I decided to try a pill last night, instead of taking it for the first time when I really needed to study, just in case of any adverse effects.
I was going to go dancing at the Dancecave, but they were closed. I went down Bathurst to Queen st. and walked by the goth clubs. Velvet underground was having an alternative rock night...but cover was 5$ when it had been advertised as free. I carried on walking east, figuring I might just hit spadina and then go home.
Some guy mentioned something to his friend about "nice body" and then asked me "hey, you need a place to sleep?" I asked him "is that a good pick up line?" he replied "well, it's worked a couple times before". "Were they really drunk?" he didn't really reply to this. I was in a slightly bitchy mood, and felt like making fun of him a little. I asked what was going on inside. Turns out it was a live band, inside a bar, no cover. "If you need a drink...." "I'll think about it" I'm not too fond of leading guys on and getting them to buy me drinks.
After a while I got bored of sitting by myself though, so I went and sat with him and his friend. He looked so surprised that I actually came to sit with him. The music was loud, so not much chance for conversation.
At one point I decided the music was fun, and I got up, urging them (at this point three guys) to come dance with me. The ridiculously hot one, Eric joined me. Incredibly flirtatious.
I hung out with them for the rest of the night, and they all tried hitting on me a bit. Whew 3 guys at once, quite the ego boost. I was feeling a little low on the self-esteem at the beginning of the night.
They got a pitcher and I had a glass of Keith's Red. Not sure if mixing alcohol & concerta was a bad idea, but I didn't really feel the beer, and I certainly wasn't anywhere near nautious.
I wandered around with them for a while after the bar closed. Then I told them I wouldn't go in the car with them, nor go back to Eric's house (where the other guys were staying). But then somehow I was convinced to come in the car, and we drove around for a while, then they let me off at carlton, east of yonge, which was highly convenient. One straight streetcar ride home, and the streetcar rolled up just as I walked up.
I crawled into bed somewhere between 4-5 am. Around 7 am I woke up, and had to go pee, and couldn't get to sleep again. I rolled around for a while, had to go pee again, came back, tried to sleep, had to pee again, and so on and so forth. Then I had the urge to vomit, and grabbed my garbage bag.
From then on I basically lied in bed, waiting to vomit or pee, desperately hoping for sleep. I vomited in the toilet a good lot, and then I fell asleep for a few hours. Got up again, vomited again. Eventually, I decided perhaps some fresh air would help. As soon as I got into my backyard, I vomited. I layed in the grass for a while, then after getting tickled by ants for too long, I went and passed out on my couch.
I got up, and now I can stomach a little food, and things aren't so dizzying, nor am I incredibly nautious.
Eric is ridiculously hot...I keep thinking about him. I told him "I'll take your number, but I might not call you" because I am a flake, and sometimes boys make me nervous.
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I took some concerta last night. My friend said it helps him study & stay focused in school. I decided to try a pill last night, instead of taking it for the first time when I really needed to study, just in case of any adverse effects.
I was going to go dancing at the Dancecave, but they were closed. I went down Bathurst to Queen st. and walked by the goth clubs. Velvet underground was having an alternative rock night...but cover was 5$ when it had been advertised as free. I carried on walking east, figuring I might just hit spadina and then go home.
Some guy mentioned something to his friend about "nice body" and then asked me "hey, you need a place to sleep?" I asked him "is that a good pick up line?" he replied "well, it's worked a couple times before". "Were they really drunk?" he didn't really reply to this. I was in a slightly bitchy mood, and felt like making fun of him a little. I asked what was going on inside. Turns out it was a live band, inside a bar, no cover. "If you need a drink...." "I'll think about it" I'm not too fond of leading guys on and getting them to buy me drinks.
After a while I got bored of sitting by myself though, so I went and sat with him and his friend. He looked so surprised that I actually came to sit with him. The music was loud, so not much chance for conversation.
At one point I decided the music was fun, and I got up, urging them (at this point three guys) to come dance with me. The ridiculously hot one, Eric joined me. Incredibly flirtatious.
I hung out with them for the rest of the night, and they all tried hitting on me a bit. Whew 3 guys at once, quite the ego boost. I was feeling a little low on the self-esteem at the beginning of the night.
They got a pitcher and I had a glass of Keith's Red. Not sure if mixing alcohol & concerta was a bad idea, but I didn't really feel the beer, and I certainly wasn't anywhere near nautious.
I wandered around with them for a while after the bar closed. Then I told them I wouldn't go in the car with them, nor go back to Eric's house (where the other guys were staying). But then somehow I was convinced to come in the car, and we drove around for a while, then they let me off at carlton, east of yonge, which was highly convenient. One straight streetcar ride home, and the streetcar rolled up just as I walked up.
I crawled into bed somewhere between 4-5 am. Around 7 am I woke up, and had to go pee, and couldn't get to sleep again. I rolled around for a while, had to go pee again, came back, tried to sleep, had to pee again, and so on and so forth. Then I had the urge to vomit, and grabbed my garbage bag.
From then on I basically lied in bed, waiting to vomit or pee, desperately hoping for sleep. I vomited in the toilet a good lot, and then I fell asleep for a few hours. Got up again, vomited again. Eventually, I decided perhaps some fresh air would help. As soon as I got into my backyard, I vomited. I layed in the grass for a while, then after getting tickled by ants for too long, I went and passed out on my couch.
I got up, and now I can stomach a little food, and things aren't so dizzying, nor am I incredibly nautious.
Eric is ridiculously hot...I keep thinking about him. I told him "I'll take your number, but I might not call you" because I am a flake, and sometimes boys make me nervous.