I got TOTALLY fucking smashed last night.
I made a horrible first impression on an attractive senior guy I was hanging out with for the 1st time.
He just bought a new white mustang and I barfed in it 3 times.
I barfed on HIM and my bestfriend several times. I got drunk really quickly because I was drinking scotch whisky straight from the bottle. I have no god damn clue what I was
thinking!
He and my bestfriend had to change their shirts multiple times and the guy held me up in the shower while my bestfriend washed puke out of my hair. They had to actually call a 3rd person to help them; another guy I'm sure I made an impact on that night.
I remember absolutely nothing about last night except for laying on some grass and someone pouring cold water on my face, the senior holding me up in the shower, and my bff trying to get me to pee, but then I started throwing up so she put the trash can in my lap, meanwhile both guys were standing in the doorway of the bathroom-watching.
I'm also told I asked the senior if he had a big dick and then continued to ask him to stick his dick inside of me. lovely. yes I know.
-first time I've ever gotten trashed and I wouldn't change it for the world.=]
NO REGRETS. EVER.
p.s. I'm still having the hangover right now.
Anonymous
10:11:00 PM
8/11/2008
11 comments:
wow thats a bad choice.
I didn't say I'd do it again, I just said I have no regrets because I mean there's a first time for everything. And I most definently learned my lesson- know what the fuck you're drinking.
You remind me of a certain girl that lived in my dorm. Except she kept making the same mistake over and over and over again.
this is why I don't drink.
Rashi stole the words right out of my keyboard. Except that it wasn't just one girl, and it was *every weekend*. And sometimes the days in between.
Oh, I'm not saying that she was the only one - far from it. Only this was a girl that I happened to spend a lot of time around. At least, before I got really sick of her.
You sure are cool.
I bet it's not about being cool.
It's about doing what you can do, now that you're in college--that point between sheltered (by your parents) and responsible (for yourself).
^ That opinion, when used to justify behavior like this, is exactly why many people are more than happy to degrade the abilities of college students as a whole.
Going to college is not a magical vortex in which all sensibility is automatically lost in lieu of parental control.
More than a few of us (your peers) can actually exercise our independence without getting plastered and acting like total idiots.
Responsibility for yourself doesn't happen when you're dead drunk/high/etc, and can't control yourself. You're not being responsible for yourself when you pass out, move about in a stupor, or puke all over everybody in sight.
You're just leaving yourself at the mercy of those around you. Maybe they'll rape you. Maybe they'll beat you up (while in their own stupor). Maybe they'll decorate you with markers. Maybe they'll just leave you in some random place when they move on to another party. Or maybe they'll be your mommy and daddy for the night, and escort you back to your room, and stay with you to make sure you don't choke on your vomit.
Yeah. That's responsibility.
Oh. You're taking responsibility for yourself when you wake up with a pounding head at noon? My mistake.
Those classes you slept through? The work you missed? You'll take responsibility for those? Oh, ok.
American culture teaches you that you can "take responsibility" for something after the fact. You say "oops, I'm sorry" and expect it to be alright. You expect the world to let you make up for your mistakes. You expect to have the illusion of responsibility while simultaneously having everyone else play down to you.
You're not 3 years old with a pacifier in your mouth. Get over yourself. Act your age.
Or go back home and live with mommy and daddy for a few more years.
/rant
>>above me
You are far too opinionated for your own good.
Drunk stories are for looking back on when you're old.
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