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so yesterday i went to bethlehem to mikes for the talib show. well...we didnt really make it to see him.
i show up around 3:30ish, mike is already drunk. 4 of his friends are there and they are also drunk. i meet the one girl (lindsay, from michigan, cool as shit) and two minutes later she hands me a shot. needless to say i was passed out by 7:30 and missed the show. not happy about that. i have no clue how much i drank, and the last thing i remember is falling off of the chair mike and i were sitting on and hitting my head off a table and the floor. apparently i fell off the bed they put me in twice as well, and smacked my head both times. and then proceeded to vomit profusely. mikes pretty sure i got a concussion at some point, and im pretty sure im just an idiot.
this is the 3rd or 4th time ive had no intention of drinking and ended up getting totally shitfaced and either blacking out, puking, or not being able to move. this time just happened to have all three. and i still feel like shit. the drove home was absolutely terrible. and i lost 8 pounds during the ordeal. probably not a good thing.
so ryan, remember when you gave me that book with the maps of london? and the note that came with it said something like..'so you dont get lost while trying to find yourself'? i think im really going to need it. ive got a lot of shit to figure out. and im hoping this trip is gonna help me do it, get some perspective or something.
im pretty much a waste of life right now. and drinking is out of control. not how much i do it, but what happens when i do. and thats just really not cool. and i dont like it. neither do my friends, mike was so upset this morning because he felt like it was his fault. he kept hugging me and telling me he was sorry. he didnt do anything wrong and that makes me feel like an even bigger asshole.
gah. really not happy with myself at the moment.
but anyway. today was alright other than the sickness, got to see some good friends and such. and now im off to do a little more packing then pass out. out of here tomorrow around 3:)
(im home on the 25th, rcs. see you soon after! good luck with your finals.)
i show up around 3:30ish, mike is already drunk. 4 of his friends are there and they are also drunk. i meet the one girl (lindsay, from michigan, cool as shit) and two minutes later she hands me a shot. needless to say i was passed out by 7:30 and missed the show. not happy about that. i have no clue how much i drank, and the last thing i remember is falling off of the chair mike and i were sitting on and hitting my head off a table and the floor. apparently i fell off the bed they put me in twice as well, and smacked my head both times. and then proceeded to vomit profusely. mikes pretty sure i got a concussion at some point, and im pretty sure im just an idiot.
this is the 3rd or 4th time ive had no intention of drinking and ended up getting totally shitfaced and either blacking out, puking, or not being able to move. this time just happened to have all three. and i still feel like shit. the drove home was absolutely terrible. and i lost 8 pounds during the ordeal. probably not a good thing.
so ryan, remember when you gave me that book with the maps of london? and the note that came with it said something like..'so you dont get lost while trying to find yourself'? i think im really going to need it. ive got a lot of shit to figure out. and im hoping this trip is gonna help me do it, get some perspective or something.
im pretty much a waste of life right now. and drinking is out of control. not how much i do it, but what happens when i do. and thats just really not cool. and i dont like it. neither do my friends, mike was so upset this morning because he felt like it was his fault. he kept hugging me and telling me he was sorry. he didnt do anything wrong and that makes me feel like an even bigger asshole.
gah. really not happy with myself at the moment.
but anyway. today was alright other than the sickness, got to see some good friends and such. and now im off to do a little more packing then pass out. out of here tomorrow around 3:)
(im home on the 25th, rcs. see you soon after! good luck with your finals.)