Drunking

I approve of drinking.
I do not approve of drunking.

Having a mimosa with breakfast just to try it is cool.
Having a beer because cramps make you want to tear your uterus out with your hands is fine by me.

But going to a bar and drinking 5 shots with the sole intent of getting fucking drunk is fucking lame.

I haaaaate drunk people and drunkenness sooo much.

I totally get marijuana. I'd be all over that if I could stand the feeling of smoke going into my lungs.

But drinking... blergh. What even is the point? It just makes you act like a complete moron and throw up everywhere.

This has been a "judgmental (relatively) straight edge girl" post.


In other news, I'm so lazy that I braided all of my hair back so that I won't have to deal with it for the next month or two. At which point, I'll take it down, wash it, and then braid it back up again. :P

ALSO.

Till Lindemann has the sexiest voice ever and you need to listen to Rammstein a whole lot. Just so you know.

Beer For Breakfast!

Does anyone else ever wake up feeling like the biggest redneck ever? Like, "Hmm... today, I think I'll have a beer for breakfast, grow a mullet, and then spend the day watching NASCAR!" or... is that just me?

Well... anyway. I definitely have those moments where I'm like, "GOSH! I COULD REALLY USE A NICE COLD BEER RIGHT NOW! but - oh. wait. beer = alcohol. meh. i guess i'll have some water instead."

Thanks to Labatt and my handy-dandy local Metro, I can now act like a total redneck in the morning without feeling like an alcoholic. Yay for non-alcoholic beer.

As to why on earth I would always rather drink non-alcoholic beverages, than alcoholic ones (BECAUSE ALCOHOL IS SO MUCH FUN!!! WAAAAH!!) the answer is simple. Paranoia.

Extreme paranoia keeps me sober. Not paranoia of becoming an alcoholic, I'm not worried about that at all. I know myself well and I know for a fact that the only things I will ever be addicted to are things that don't have unpleasant side-effects, such as looking at cute boys, riding my bicycle, listening to music, and taking up weird hobbies. Things I know I will never be addicted to are as follows: alcohol, cigarettes, all other drugs.

How can I know for sure? BECAUSE I'M PARANOID. Firstly, cigarettes are disgusting and make me dizzy and cough. Alcohol makes people throw up. Drugs also make people throw up. And even if the drugs themselves don't make you throw up, what if you have a bad trip from them, and you get dizzy, and then throw up?!

I'm completely paranoid about throwing up. I never want to do it ever again. I barfed in July and it wasn't all that horrid, really. BUT STILL I NEVER WANT TO DO IT AGAIN.

"Oh, but what about prescription pills?" I fucking hate taking pills. I strongly dislike medicine of any kind. Cold medicine is okay, but I'll bet if you take too much of that, it'll make you vomit as well, so I'd rather not chance it. If I ever have surgery, I don't fucking care how much it hurts, I'm not taking pain pills... I HEAR THEY CAUSE NAUSEA!! No morphine... don't like IVs. Definitely no vicodin. Just... ugh. No. Nothing.

It's funny. I'm far more terrified of anything to do with regurgitation than I am of death. My main motivation in life follows along one basic principal, "make choices based on what won't cause me to vomit".

Clearly I am a mess.

But that's okay. Because I won't throw up. =]

PS. I'M CURRENTLY ADDICTED TO MISHA COLLINS' FACE.

I Really Hate You.

Ever spend a lot of time in the (online) presence of people you detest? I have. It's really annoying.

Moving on.

Getting guys to buy you drinks is fun. Making it a contest is even more fun.

...I won. =]

To The Question On Your Mind

I don't have much to say, so I guess I'll blog about St. Patrick's day. It was positively ridiculous. I slept through half the day, but when I woke up, my roommates were all ridiculously drunk. So I ate cereal and poptarts and then hid in my room as I often do.

I later came out and socialized a little bit which was funny. It was like... second hand drunkenness. Although I detest being drunk, being around drunks is pretty fun sometimes. I go totally ADHD, but they don't notice because they're hammered.

This totally reaffirms my reasons for not drinking though. Apart from the fact that I just don't like it in general, I also don't like being super annoying, absolutely stupid out of my head, and ridiculously loud for no reason.

But drunk people are still funny.

Are You Sure You're Okay Annie?

So... I don't even remember what happened yesterday...

Well... okay, I might know a little.

So, I had this kind of creepy dream... it wasn't quite a nightmare, but I definitely wouldn't want to have it again. So, The Killers were over for thanksgiving dinner, and so Brandon and I are in the dining room, and we start eating early, because everyone else is busy in the kitchen for some reason. Anyway, the butler comes in (wtf?) and is all like, "Oh... Sir and Miss, that food hasn't been properly de-grasshoppered yet!" and I'm like, uh... what? So he takes tweezers and gets these huge green grasshoppers out of our food and I'm like ew, fuck this. Can you say in dream panic attack? Yeah... So I went upstairs and when I came back down, it was just my parents and the rest of the band and Brandon had already left. It sucked.

Anyway, after that trippy dream, I woke up for real and my hair was scary as hell. I promise. I have picture proof. But I'm not posting them because I look like a crack-head.

So, anyway, I get dressed, get some food, thaw it in the microwave, and since our oven is full of pots and pans, I take it over to mum's house and use her oven instead since she isn't home while also collecting all my stuff that I left there since she wants it all "out, out, out" or whatever. Anyway, food was good. Lilu was home which is always adorable. since half the time I'm there he's out on some adventure with dead animals... and then he brings them home to continue the fun... right.

After I left, I came back home heavily dosed with Nyquil. Yum. I surfed the web for a second after that, and then, instead of going to Anthropology class, I fell asleep with my headphones on and had another trippy dream. So, I'm like doing this weird team scavenger hunt and I got paired up with this weird guy who kept trying to talk to me, only, my headphones were on so I couldn't hear him, so I tried to pause my iPod, but that didn't work, so I just took off my headphones... BUT THE MUSIC DIDN'T STOP!!! It was way weird. So I was just kind of like, umm... write it down, so he took out markers and drew all over my hand, but I never really got to read what it said, because then I woke up... to discover that my headphones were blaring music into my ears. No wonder I thought I was music!deaf.

Anyway, it was like... 10:30 maybe when I woke up, so I surfed the webbie for a little bit and then passed out again. It's 8 am and I have nothing to do, but on the bright side, I feel a shitton better than I did yesterday!

Oh, and my anti-anxiety medication came in the mail or something, so when Carol comes over today and drinks too much and throws up, I probably won't mind all that much... and I know she will because EVERY SINGLE TIME anyone gets drunk around me, someone throws up. And I have a panic attack and freak out. It's worse when I'm drunk too... but that only happened once and I'd rather not recount it right now. Maybe later...

Oh... and I'm totally listening to Shake It.