I don't know what I want but I know I don't want this...

Oh. My. God. Last night was Ryan's Irish Drinking Party. I got completely fucking tanked. I'm really really hung over right now, so this won't be a very long post. I started drinking vodka and 5-Alive and within an hour, I was gone. Here are some highlights that: a) I remember, or b) people have told me.
1) To everyone who walked in the door, I would yell 'I'm sorry you have to see me drunk! I'm not always like this!'.
2) I punched my sister in the face, and fought off Jen when she tried to take me home in her car.
3) I started crying on a bed because I was afraid I was going to fall asleep and not wake up.
4) I spilled Rick's drink all over the floor.
5) I called someone (Cara, I think) a fucking bitch.
6) I almost choked on crackers.
7) I threw up twice.
8) I refused to leave the bathroom, passed out in the tub, and talked to everyone who came in to take a piss.
I awoke at 4 am to Peter puking out the back door. I then got out of the cold tub, and fell back asleep opposite Pete on the couch. When I woke up, I felt fucking disgusting. I was nauseous as fuck. I felt really bad though, so I cleaned up Ryan's house. Then I ate some Lucky Charms and felt a little better. Ryan drove me home in the afternoon, and here I am. That is all. I feel like puking. I never want to drink ever again. I don't even want to HEAR the word alcohol.



"I keep on hating, I keep on waiting, I keep on thin ice, I keep on skating."
-Death By Stereo