I guess this entry makes perfect sense, given the title of this blog.
I was drunk last night. I would say "it hit me," but I can't even say that--I don't remember anything past getting more drinks, dropping a beer on some girl's foot after her boyfriend/gay best friend bumped into me/had the indecency to stand in my path, and then dancing with candice and kelsey and trying to get them to kiss:
"no really--I KNOW you have a girlfriend..but come on! it'd be fun! she's my best frien..you pretty..." word vomit word vomit...
ACTUAL VOMIT.
I woke up this morning--total confusion.
I couldn't remember how i got home, why my pillow was wet and why I felt so....giggly, which is a good state of mind to be in when you're about to realize that you're sleeping in your own vomit.
I felt like that guy in Memento; I was constantly uncovering little clues to how "good" my night must have been. 3 missed calls from people as drunk as i must have been, comments on my AIM/myspace, and the random spills leading, well...I was going to say LIKE bread crumbs...but I think in this case it's not even a simile--but a fact, from my bed to the bathroom and back.
ATTRACTIVE.
I didn't get out of bed till 7 tonight; I spent the hours from when I first woke till then--trying to sleep but, instead, rolling over and over and over--discovering MORE fun fun chunky love soup and trying to find that ONE position that would be both comfortable and wouldn't smell like....
It's all clean now though..and smellslikecomfort has helped me rebuild most of the night.
FUN.
OH and...school is...groovy.
I was drunk last night. I would say "it hit me," but I can't even say that--I don't remember anything past getting more drinks, dropping a beer on some girl's foot after her boyfriend/gay best friend bumped into me/had the indecency to stand in my path, and then dancing with candice and kelsey and trying to get them to kiss:
"no really--I KNOW you have a girlfriend..but come on! it'd be fun! she's my best frien..you pretty..." word vomit word vomit...
ACTUAL VOMIT.
I woke up this morning--total confusion.
I couldn't remember how i got home, why my pillow was wet and why I felt so....giggly, which is a good state of mind to be in when you're about to realize that you're sleeping in your own vomit.
I felt like that guy in Memento; I was constantly uncovering little clues to how "good" my night must have been. 3 missed calls from people as drunk as i must have been, comments on my AIM/myspace, and the random spills leading, well...I was going to say LIKE bread crumbs...but I think in this case it's not even a simile--but a fact, from my bed to the bathroom and back.
ATTRACTIVE.
I didn't get out of bed till 7 tonight; I spent the hours from when I first woke till then--trying to sleep but, instead, rolling over and over and over--discovering MORE fun fun chunky love soup and trying to find that ONE position that would be both comfortable and wouldn't smell like....
It's all clean now though..and smellslikecomfort has helped me rebuild most of the night.
FUN.
OH and...school is...groovy.
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