Time to be 20 ... (0000000000000000000)
I just wanted to stretch a key. Well I'm 20 and it's 2007. Hooray.
Anyway, my birthday was a good time. Picked up Chris and Liz and drove to get stuff from my dad's. Then the car broke down with all my stuff in it, so we had to take the Greyhound to Guelph. Then we all pre-drank and ate delicious food before going to the Rude Native. I kinda wanted to just chill and hang out with people I really like, and that worked. I was feeling a bit too rowdy by the end of the night to stay in the lounge so I kept leaving with Liz to wander around. I remember some homeless guy giving one of us a condom for some reason because I said it was my birthday. He may or may not have actually been homeless.
Uhh, then I'm not entirely sure. The next little while kinda blurs together. Liz and I ditched for some reason and tried to wander around Guelph and find our way. This didn't work very well, I was drunk and just lost in a sea of semi-familiar locations. Either way we found the others while trying to hassle a cab to take us home. Then started the walking. I just kinda zoned out on this because I hate being cold and drunk in the rain. At some point we got a cab, I think that was Dan's doing. Chris was so drunk.
Got kinda emo later on, but what can you do? Shit happens when you drink.
Glad everyone who probably could've had other plans were around for my birthday. I like being reminded there's people out there I don't wanna choke at any given moment. Yes.
My mom was such a bitch on the way back to Waterloo. Very shitty send-off for a parent to not even leave the car to help you move in, and to reluctantly roll down the window to say "Goodbye." as they left was classy. Whatever, I don't particularly need anyone to like me. I'm always the best off when I don't concern myself about what other people think. I make dumb decisions but then again I'm not very mature when it comes to life anyway. In some ways I'm too mature, but those ways aren't obvious so they're easy to overlook, so who cares?
I know one thing I'm usually good at is suppressing what's bugging me to a point. Well, more so ignoring the problem. At the moment I'm struggling because I don't really know how to put words to shit that's bothering me. I'm coasting along all neutral without thinking about anything. It's frustrating but it's new, so there's that. I'm just gonna keep not thinking about anything.
Not drinking very much anymore. That's been really hard to do during the first week back, but it'll be easy once things get back into the swing. I need to work stuff out fast in the next 4 months or I'm gonna be unhappy for a very long time. Since nobody wants that, I'd better be sober for awhile to get my decisions straight. Plus being all weird and lame makes my drunk personality not very fun. Been like THAT since the summer. I can't seem to be who I used to be when I'm drunk. I just get pissy and down. Not cool. Time for a break.
This journal wasn't very substantial, but it had to be done.
Anyway, my birthday was a good time. Picked up Chris and Liz and drove to get stuff from my dad's. Then the car broke down with all my stuff in it, so we had to take the Greyhound to Guelph. Then we all pre-drank and ate delicious food before going to the Rude Native. I kinda wanted to just chill and hang out with people I really like, and that worked. I was feeling a bit too rowdy by the end of the night to stay in the lounge so I kept leaving with Liz to wander around. I remember some homeless guy giving one of us a condom for some reason because I said it was my birthday. He may or may not have actually been homeless.
Uhh, then I'm not entirely sure. The next little while kinda blurs together. Liz and I ditched for some reason and tried to wander around Guelph and find our way. This didn't work very well, I was drunk and just lost in a sea of semi-familiar locations. Either way we found the others while trying to hassle a cab to take us home. Then started the walking. I just kinda zoned out on this because I hate being cold and drunk in the rain. At some point we got a cab, I think that was Dan's doing. Chris was so drunk.
Got kinda emo later on, but what can you do? Shit happens when you drink.
Glad everyone who probably could've had other plans were around for my birthday. I like being reminded there's people out there I don't wanna choke at any given moment. Yes.
My mom was such a bitch on the way back to Waterloo. Very shitty send-off for a parent to not even leave the car to help you move in, and to reluctantly roll down the window to say "Goodbye." as they left was classy. Whatever, I don't particularly need anyone to like me. I'm always the best off when I don't concern myself about what other people think. I make dumb decisions but then again I'm not very mature when it comes to life anyway. In some ways I'm too mature, but those ways aren't obvious so they're easy to overlook, so who cares?
I know one thing I'm usually good at is suppressing what's bugging me to a point. Well, more so ignoring the problem. At the moment I'm struggling because I don't really know how to put words to shit that's bothering me. I'm coasting along all neutral without thinking about anything. It's frustrating but it's new, so there's that. I'm just gonna keep not thinking about anything.
Not drinking very much anymore. That's been really hard to do during the first week back, but it'll be easy once things get back into the swing. I need to work stuff out fast in the next 4 months or I'm gonna be unhappy for a very long time. Since nobody wants that, I'd better be sober for awhile to get my decisions straight. Plus being all weird and lame makes my drunk personality not very fun. Been like THAT since the summer. I can't seem to be who I used to be when I'm drunk. I just get pissy and down. Not cool. Time for a break.
This journal wasn't very substantial, but it had to be done.