Diamonds make babies

Posted on: February 20, 2012 at 11:25 pm. 0 comments

I’m still slacking, I know. BUT, in my defense, the day after I posted that I worked all day Friday, Saturday, Sunday & Monday. Then I was back to school Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and worked Friday. Right after I finished work on Friday night, I came home to change and then left to go to a friend’s birthday celebration. He goes to university about 30 mins away, so we all drove up and were crashing at his house to go to some bars. It was… an interesting night, to say the least.

I will start this story by saying that, I am of legal age to drink here. So I can go out to bars or clubs or buy booze for at home. I don’t go out too often, and when I drink at home it’s only one glass/shot usually with my family. I am pretty alright for holding my alcohol, and in all the times I’ve gotten drunk (both before and after being legal) there was never a night where I didn’t remember the majority of it. I have a great memory sober, and that usually follows along with me when I’m drunk. I was not quite as fortunate on Friday night, at least not of what happened in the beginning of the night. I am usually responsible with my alcohol intake, have never puked & even on my birthday I stopped when I felt like I had already had enough and proceeded to just have water for the rest of the night (which, I did Friday night as well but just, perhaps too late, ha). I was… rather intoxicated.

I somehow, without realizing it, manage to drink basically my entire (750ml) bottle of Southern Comfort Hurricane, plus vodka, in quite a short period of time. We were playing beer pong, and failing miserably plus just drinking because we wanted to. We were at my friends house and he has 4 (I believe) housemates who were also there, plus other friends and everyone that I came with. I apparently become rather social when I’m drunk, and ended up talking to one of the guys there, Brett. I had known of him all night because he was super loud and seemed to have major anger issues and kept threatening to stab people because someone spilled beer on the couch and he thought it was pee (it wasn’t). Apparently all of his housemates are scared of him when he plays xbox, lolz. So (I don’t remember how) I somehow started talking to him, and apparently (this is where my memory lapse comes in) we were both on the couch when (I remember this part) my friends came over to make sure that I knew what I was doing/that I was okay with it because according to them, he was all over me (more memory lapse).

Let me just say, I am SO glad they did. I mean, I was perfectly fine with what was going on- and I told them that- but as they said later, they’d rather ask and me say no than to not ask and have me stuck there when I didn’t want to be near him. And I love them so much for that, because they took such good care in making sure I wasn’t doing anything stupid/hurtful to myself (didn’t let me wear the heels I was going to wear because I was too drunk to walk in them, taking my drink when I had clearly had enough, shoving me into a cab with other drunkies rather than letting me walk, and checking to make sure I was okay, etc.). I just know that when I am drunk, I can rely on them to keep me in line and make sure I’m okay, without being such a drunk that I am incoherent and just sloppy (where i know they’d still help me, like we did with one of my friends a few years back- long story). It’s just nice to have friends that are so awesome and can hold their alcohol so much better than me and take care of me all the time

Anyways, back to my friday night story. There were some moment when we were still inside, him kissing my thumb better because I banged it on a door (and I think it was partially his fault? or so he thought, so he kissed it better after my friend did), something about the ONE sour cream and onion chip that I ate, sharing drinks, etc. He was also telling me about 100 times that I was 'the prettiest girl he ever met' and that 'I had the nicest eyes and he just wanted to look into them'. Basic drunken sweet talk, but even sober I'm a sucker for that haha. And other cute things, like that he wanted to take me on an actual date (which I'm pretty sure I rejected lolz, win). Then we were outside, waiting for cabs so we could go to the bar. He asked me for a kiss (so I guess we hadn't done anything up until that point? My friends implied we did but I don't remember lolz) and I said no and walked away (even drunk me is a tease apparnetly), but then he pulled me back and said please (manners are such a wonderful thing) so I did. Then we went back upstairs because I needed water, drank some out of a dirty beer pong cup (don't know why okay, I was drunk) and went to the hallway where my friend was making out with a guy she started making out with earlier that night (and he turned out to have a girlfriend, but EVERYONE told her before that they were just friends with benefits because he wanted to hook up with her. great people...) and so we just ended up doing the same...

Then we were back outside, where I had to ask my friend what this guy's name was because I for some reason kept thinking it was Scott, but it wasnt... Then they apparently shoved both of the 'drunk couples' (me + brett, my friend + guy with a gf) in the one cab that came and the rest of them walked because it wasn't TOO FAR, but too far for us to walk drunk haha. I only remember half of the cab ride, which consisted of putting on my seatbelt and telling him to share mine, where we then spent the ride just making out. I don't entirely remember it (which is a shame, because I always wanted to make out in a cab. still counts though), just that it did happen and my friend filled me in on the details after because she was sitting beside us, pissed off that her boy was in the front and not in the back with her haha. Oopsies.

So, we got to the bar (and for the record, my friend and I were a lot drunker than the 2 boys we were with. But, we're girls and we were doing our best at acting perfectly normal) and the security (who check I.Ds and what not) told the two of them that they weren't allowed in, because they thought they were too drunk. Since Brett showed anger problems all night, and the other guy was defending him, they weren't let it. So we went in without them, and were waiting for others to get there. I looked out the window a bit later and saw someone being put into a police car and when I asked the sober people, it turns out that the two of them got arrested for public intoxication/refusing to produce I.D/not leaving when the police told them to, aka trespassing. So they got taken to jail for the night (came back early the next morning, waking us all up by screaming and being angry. ugh. made me so glad I didn't have to deal with Brett all night) and we went on with our night, with my friend being so bitter that we were 'cock blocked by the po-po' haha.

I remember everything from the rest of the night, which just consisted of going to one bar, then cabbing it to a country bar (woo!) and spending the rest of the night there until we went back at around 3am. We then ordered pizza, pushed the couches together to make a giant bed and eventually just crashed around 4, only to be woken up before 9 by the guys coming home from jail in the morning. All in all it was a good night, even though I wonder what would have happened if they didn't get arrested. It was probably for the better though, you know all that 'everything happens for a reason' because believe me when I say- he is not the type of guy I'd want to be around for long periods of time. And from that night (and before) I've realized that I REALLY enjoy being single. And I want to spend the rest of this year doing whatever the hell I want to do without worrying about anyone else’s opinion of it. This year has already been better than last year, and the year before that.

Yes, parts of last year were awesome but parts also sucked (mainly thanks to one certain douchebag ex boyfriend of mine) and I truly do think now that I am a totally different person than I was two years ago, and even last year. I am enjoying not having to live my life for anyone but me and I want to keep doing it that way. I see my best friend having issues with her boyfriend because she goes out to bars and I just don’t want to have to deal with the difficulty and hassles of relationships, even if there are the good parts to it too. I want to enjoy my life & see whats out there. I’m not saying I’m going to be all around & sleeping with any guy who looks my way but seriously, I’m just going to do what I want and not worry about how it makes other people think. Because it’s no ones life but my own.

0 comments Tags: Bar, Best Friends, Birthday, Boys, Drunken Stories, Friends, Night Out.

Come on home, boy.

Posted on: December 17, 2011 at 11:54 am. 3 comments

I am finally finished my first semester of college. At the beginning, I loved it. I was glad to be doing something other than working because the drama there had gotten so bad, there was a cute boy I was semi-obsessed with in all of my classes and I was just excited to learn. By the end, work drama stopped, I realized that I was barely learning anything because I already knew it all (I learned some different ways to do things, and how to open windows in slow motion on a mac. That’s about it), the cute boy I was semi-obsessed with became obsessed with me in an annoying way that made me dread seeing/talking to him, and my one teacher was a complete douche.

But that is finally over, and next semester I have switched from Creative to Digital so I won’t have the douche teacher, nor any drawing classes which SERIOUSLY brought me down this semester. I also got an elective class of Spanish, which I’ve ALWAYS wanted to learn so I’m excited, and creepy annoying guy is still in creative so he will be in zero of my classes. So I can hopefully meet some new friends, find a hot boy and marry him. LOL, not entirely.. but you know. AND, I only have a three day week next semester- plus a four day weekend. I only went 3 days this semester as well, but I had Wed/Thurs off, so it was like another weekend in the middle- now I have Mon/Fri off, so it’s like a long weekend every week. Score. Even though I’ll probably end up working, except they have enough people now so I’m not sure if they’ll need me during the week. But it’d be nice to have some time off, which I’m looking forward to over the next three weeks before I go back to school.

In that time, I’m hopefully going to get a new layout up! I have one that it’s the process of being coded, I just need to get it looking exactly how I want it. It’s been forever since I’ve been coding wordpress layouts, so everything looked fine until I brought it in to preview it. I’ve been working on it though, and hopefully it will be up soon! For now though, I need to go dry and curl my hair because I’m going out to the bar tonight to celebrate my sister’s friend’s birthday

3 comments Tags: Bar, Birthday, College, Friends, Life.