I have this thing where i give mad props for people that choose to be sober. there is a difference between that and not being aloud to. i’m talking about when people choose to be in control and will not let alcohol effect their actions. i sound like a complete hypocrit for saying that, i know.
i just feel that people that has the will power not to get caught up with the ‘hobbie’ should be given more credit for it. i look up to these people. i have tried to stay sober (not that i am a complete drunk now, it’s more like a once every few months), but i’m not going to try to lie to myself. i give in to temptation too easily. i’m one of those people that would even not to get drunk would take a sip here and there. and to me even touching the stuff goes against being sober.
but then, i see those people i look up to so much give in. i actually get kind of upset. i don’t think theres anyway of explaining this. it feels like the person is giving into the ‘trend’. i saw them as individual that chose to do what they do, but now they are just like everyone else. i no longer look up to them.
i understand that it is a personal choice for the person, and that i have no right in thinking what they are doing as right or wrong. it’s that my view towards them has changed into what i see everyone else as.
jello shots equivilant to 3 smirnoff shots plus 2 shots of captain morgans plus a banana twistee shot plus half a beer plusanother shot of smirnoff straight plusno lunch or supper equals not so sweet feeling night.
it was a good night i guess. here’s the load down.
5:00-6:30 locked my brothers in their rooms with food and games. drink and act like idiots.
6:30-7:00 stumbled to school, holding up a friend so he can walk and scraped up my ankles.
7:00-7:10 freaked because i couldn’t find my ticket, went all over looking for it. finally found it in my pocket.
7:10-8:30 lost all morals and conscience, danced with date. got many dirty looks.
8:30-9:00 regain all morals and conscience rethought about the night. felt sick.
9:00-9:15 FOOOD came. eat.
9:15-10:00 almost sobered up. danced with friends.
10:00 -10:10 looked for camera. called taxi.
10:20-11:00 got home. changed, cleaned up the mess. talked about the night.
11:00-12:00 computer games and stuff.
12:00-1:00 watched lipo-action on dr.90210. sleep.
the night was like a rollarcoaster. good bad good. it was fun when we were chilling at my house and doing what ever we wanted to do. then it went downhill after that. we were too drunk to just get a ride to the school. so we thought it would be better if we walked and see if it will wear off during that time. we walked and one of my friends ended being to trashed to even think about trying to get in so he went home. then i was too nervous and paranoid that i wasnt able to get in. i was surprised that i didnt get in touble. after we got in the gym. alcohol kicked in full blast and me and my date danced like whores. lets not talk about that again. empty stomach killed half the night. then things finally lightened up when the muchies got here. i ate 3 slices of pizza. a whole bunch of cucumbers with dip. mmmm! and some cake thing with spinach dip. it was good. i think imma go out and get some now. after that. i was feeling on top of the world. we left an hour early at 10 and we recapped about the night.
never again am i drinking for a school event again.