It was excessive, but that doesn't mean it didn't happen
So, New Years.
To put it plainly it blew. For the second year in a row I spent it alone because after going to school away from home for the past 7 years I essentially have no friends in the area, and John went to the beach. Mom and Dad were also away but in this case that was something to be grateful for. So I drank a couple of screwdrivers and watched the first four episodes of Lost on DVD. Not exactly the most fun I've had recently.
On Friday, however, Rodney had a party I went to. A keg of Killian's, a large mason jar of peach moonshine, and a good amount of pot made it a most excellent evening. Unfortunately all the ladies there were either taken or too old but the drugs and alcohol made that okay. Rodney is truly a god among men. Unfortunately I got a little too drunk so John and I had to be driven home but it wasn't my fault. This has been the most sober xmas break I've had in years so you can't expect me to hold back when offered.
I've been thinking a lot about my birthday lately. In thirteen days I'll be 22, an old man. Essentially all my advantages are gone (I really don't give a damn about being able to rent a car) so I guess from now on I just get old. Also I don't really know what to do for it. I want to have a party, but this may create more problems than it solves. First off, I have yet to learn to drink in moderation just when I'm hanging out. You add in the fact that I'll be thinking you only turn 22 once, and it being my birthday people will be encouraging me to drink heavily I could end up passing out early, something I definetely don't want to do. A second problem is location. As I see it I have essentially 3 options: One, the suite, this, however, just fails to get me excited. Two, bonfire in the woods, this seems more promising but I'm worried that some poeple might not come because of the cold, the wusses. Three somebodies apartment or house, well actually just Marian's house because she's the only one I know well enough to be comfortable asking. Also I'm not even really comfortable asking her because she lives with other people I don't know at all, also although Marian and I hang out a fair bit we don't have a whole lot of mutual friends so I'd basically be inviting a whole lot of people she doesn't really know to get drunk and stoned out her house. Not exactly what I'd call Kosher. Third I'm trying to come up with a way to get a certain someone or two to come, and if I manage that how I'm going to deal with them being there. Sometimes I feel that in learning to deal with the oppisite sex my dvelopment was arrested at about age 12, furthermore this problem is compounded by the first problem of heavy drinking. Passing out or alcoholic blackout could have very severe consequences.
Tomorrow, hopefully, I'll get my phone, we managed to track down a re-certified one of what I had before. If not tomorrow, definetely by Tuesday, I'm pissed that I lost all my numbers though. Well, that's about it for now, hope you all had a better New Year than I did.
To put it plainly it blew. For the second year in a row I spent it alone because after going to school away from home for the past 7 years I essentially have no friends in the area, and John went to the beach. Mom and Dad were also away but in this case that was something to be grateful for. So I drank a couple of screwdrivers and watched the first four episodes of Lost on DVD. Not exactly the most fun I've had recently.
On Friday, however, Rodney had a party I went to. A keg of Killian's, a large mason jar of peach moonshine, and a good amount of pot made it a most excellent evening. Unfortunately all the ladies there were either taken or too old but the drugs and alcohol made that okay. Rodney is truly a god among men. Unfortunately I got a little too drunk so John and I had to be driven home but it wasn't my fault. This has been the most sober xmas break I've had in years so you can't expect me to hold back when offered.
I've been thinking a lot about my birthday lately. In thirteen days I'll be 22, an old man. Essentially all my advantages are gone (I really don't give a damn about being able to rent a car) so I guess from now on I just get old. Also I don't really know what to do for it. I want to have a party, but this may create more problems than it solves. First off, I have yet to learn to drink in moderation just when I'm hanging out. You add in the fact that I'll be thinking you only turn 22 once, and it being my birthday people will be encouraging me to drink heavily I could end up passing out early, something I definetely don't want to do. A second problem is location. As I see it I have essentially 3 options: One, the suite, this, however, just fails to get me excited. Two, bonfire in the woods, this seems more promising but I'm worried that some poeple might not come because of the cold, the wusses. Three somebodies apartment or house, well actually just Marian's house because she's the only one I know well enough to be comfortable asking. Also I'm not even really comfortable asking her because she lives with other people I don't know at all, also although Marian and I hang out a fair bit we don't have a whole lot of mutual friends so I'd basically be inviting a whole lot of people she doesn't really know to get drunk and stoned out her house. Not exactly what I'd call Kosher. Third I'm trying to come up with a way to get a certain someone or two to come, and if I manage that how I'm going to deal with them being there. Sometimes I feel that in learning to deal with the oppisite sex my dvelopment was arrested at about age 12, furthermore this problem is compounded by the first problem of heavy drinking. Passing out or alcoholic blackout could have very severe consequences.
Tomorrow, hopefully, I'll get my phone, we managed to track down a re-certified one of what I had before. If not tomorrow, definetely by Tuesday, I'm pissed that I lost all my numbers though. Well, that's about it for now, hope you all had a better New Year than I did.