2004-10-23 - 7:38 a.m.
Am I the only fool who wakes up really early after being drunk? It sucks. It's like 7:30 in the morning.
Last night we had our first party for Melissa's 21st. Well it wasn't really a crazy huge party -just the 4 of us (me Mason Melissa Brian), 3 of Mason's friends from home, and some of Brian's friends from home that stopped by for like 15 minutes just to calmly swallow the most enormous amounts ofvodka like water (it was actually pretty amazing.) But that's a party to us since we're recluses and only hang out with each other.
At first my natural instinct was to be a party pooper because I didn't like the idea of being drunk in front of strangers...and I don't like parties due to many party fiascos in the Woodbridge public school system days/ The longer I was sober, the more everyone seemed retarded while drunk and the more I wanted to fall asleep, but then I realized I was being stupid and ruining Melissa's birthday party so I drank a tub shot (which is 3 shots at once) and that took care of me for the rest of the party. Mostly I just wanted to talk to everyone since there was that awkwardness when we were sober, but everyone is much nicer while drunk. I remember thinking that all first dates should be drunk. The deciding point, really, was when I was still sober, I decided it would be funny to spell out dirty words on Melissa's tongue with the sugar letters I decorated her cake with. Well, as you can imagine to drunk people this made me the funniest person in the world, so I decided to join their side. And I'm glad I did, they were very cool people.
I also ate more potato chips than I want to acknowledge because I never, ever eat them, and when I'm drunk I'm unstoppable with food.
I just had like a 4 hour long dream about going around drinking everything I could get my hands on but my thirst was unquencable. THen I woke up and I just had to go out and get a soda because that's how bad the dream was. (Does this entry sound drunk because of my rambling? I assure you I'm not drunk anymore, it's only because I just woke up and it's 7:30 IN THE DAMN MORNING.) So I went out into our living/kitchen area and man what a mess. Usually four drunk people can make an apartment look like a zoo, but 7 people...oh my god. There were people sleeping on the floor, and I finally felt like a real college student.
I didn't get Melissa a present because I never get anybody presents, not even my parents. That's not a *rule* of mine, just what always happens because I can never think of anything. The only good thing is that I'm consistent with it so it's not like "WOAH, you gave me a present LAST year, what the HELL?" No presents, every year. Christmas doesn't count. Anyway, so I didn't get her a present (the only 2 presents I could think of was a CD she ended up buying for herself like the day before damn it, and something else which is really more of a gag gift that will make me laugh when she opens it but be of no real use to her, what's sad is I'm not going to say what it is because I may still get it). So instead I had her pick out a cake mix and the frosting she wanted and made her a cake, which I think I ate the most of out of everybody, but it was good, yo. Baking is even better than knitting for giving people "homemade" presents that seem heartfelt but really are quick and cheap and easy like your grandma.
I love this time of year. You know how each season has a smell? Autumn is my favorite. Halloween is by far my favorite holiday. Actually October - December are the best months. You've got Halloween which is awesome, then a sad gap, then Thanksgiving which for some reason feels like a huge vacation but is actually just an extra day, and then you know as soon as Santa comes in the parade it's CHRISTMAS. Holidays makes me homesick.
I've been getting really homesick lately. To the point where my mom doesn't answer my calls anymore. Well, that's a lie. First of all, I'm as bad with calling as I am with presents. Second, she's been busy this week. Third, it only happened like twice. So pardon my lies. Anyway, I think the "sick" part in my homesickness is due to me failing science. No, I really am. At least my lab part. No joke. I don't think I'm doing so hot in that French class either. But I found out D is a passing grade for a non-major. I don't really expect a D in French...it would suck if I got one though, because I'd be so fucking behind. See I want to talk to my teacher about how I'm doing but at the same time I don't because I'm to embarassed to do things like that. It has a lot to do with being a perfectionist. I always think I'm failing because my standards for myself are too high (not like I work to achieve these standards, but they're still there). But the teacher doesn't expect that of me. So. I don't know. I just don't want to fail that class. I don't really want to fail science either. That'd be such a waste since I go there every damn lab only to not do the lab (because I don't understand it) and consequently fail. I feel so fucking lost in that class. I never know what the hell is going on. In theory it seems simple, but I am literally, and don't get offended, I am literally retarded in science.
Teacher: Okay, so just measure how much silt and how much sediment is in each soil sample using the chart.
Kelly: What the fuck.
Teacher: This relates to our big group project we'll be doing.
Kelly: What??
Guy in my Lab Group: Oh, don't worry about it. You can be in our group. Wait, you ARE in our group already.
Kelly: I want to die.
That lab is my only class on Fridays and it always almost ruins my entire day. Cause I go there, and I'm lost, and my lab group is really smart, and I just sit there doing nothing because it's really only work for one person but she puts us in groups, then I copy their answers and hand it in (only sometimes I'm too embarassed to do that so I fail instead). I swear to God. It doesn't matter, as long as I don't go on Academic probation, because I don't think my stomach can handle waiting for the notification mail sent to my house that may or may not come (when I was actually on it, it never came, but it's supposed to).
Sorry this entry is so long, it's really just me filling up time. My parents aren't coming to take me home for like 5 more hours, and probably later because they're always late. I'll stop now.
