I am drunk blogging.

I started drinking at 1pm. Stopped about about 1am. Tell me that is not awesome?

I know, everyone is just jealous they aren’t still in college. hehe

<3 Liah

I feel like I should be at an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting.

“My name’s Liah, and I’ve been sober a week now.”

There is something so wrong about that, seeing as I’m a college student at a respectable university. Sure, there are always slow weekends, but seriously, two weekends in a row?
Sobriety makes you bitter.

I got all dressed up, and did my makeup. And I can’t lie, I looked damn hot. To prove it, while we were walking around, a guy walked by, looked right at me and said “You’re hot.” So, I feel like I was actually looking good tonight. Granted, his forwardness suggest he’d had a few, for which I was also very jealous. But I’ll take what I can get.
Unfortunately, it’s also about 45 degrees out. Why I picked Ohio for school, I’ll never figure out.

So we head out at 10pm. I didn’t think that’s too early! Turns out, the party we were headed to…wasn’t till tomorrow. And it was a sketchy frat anyway. So we call everyone we know, and no one is doing anything. Apparently because it’s homecoming weekend, people suddenly get boring and don’t throw parties.

We walked around for an hour and a half, awkwardly stood in front of three houses, then just decided to go home. I was back in my room BEFORE midnight.
At least I got ice cream.

But yeah, I’m getting a little frustrated. When you can’t have fun on the weekends, when you have nothing to look forward to, it makes the weeks so much longer and so much harder.

Plus, it just makes me want to try drugs, because that you can do in comfort and warmth of your own home….or dorm room.

It should always be know that it is a bad idea, if you are a man, to talk about your sexual exploits. For one thing, it’s not very classy. And two, no girl appreciates the funny looks.

Now, to be honest, it never really bothered me until a few weekends ago, when my boyfriend decided that a few people needed to know about one of our more adventurous escapades.

We made some crazy monkey love in our work place. Well, his former work place, and my current one. Now, I don’t mind if certain people know. For one thing, my boss knows, and a few of my coworkers know. But it’s okay, because my boss totally owned up to having done it too. I’m pretty sure that’s why he took my key though.
Well, my boyfriend, a few weeks ago, went a mutual friend’s going away party. I was captive in this small, desolate, no mall, ohio town so I could not grace them with my presence.
He got drunk. Big surprise there. Love him, but a loose lipped drunk.
And well, turns out he told two of his old friends from work, people I had never met before, what he and I had done.

Now, this wouldn’t bother me, except that those two people have come back. Not to work, but to take classes. (I work in a Taekowndo school.) Well, when I get home, I’m going to have to meet these people.
What will be their first impression of me? No, not another bad ass black belt  that trained at the same school as them. Nooo.
I’m going to be the girl their little buddy fucked on the mats. can’t you just taste the bitterness?
Now I’m a little reluctant to go home.

Is it okay that he did that? Should I be as bothered as I am?

I guess I feel like it’s weird that all these people know about me, before even meeting me, is my sex life.

This morning, I awoke to the sounds of an alarm clock. Rhythmic. Over. And Over. It kept beeping. Yet, it was not my alarm. It was not my roommate’s alarm.

No.

It was the alarm in the room right next to me.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

I honestly thought I was going to go mad.

I went out into the hall, was looking for it. I had to turn on the tv just to drown out the sound. But I could still hear it.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

I. Hate. Alarm. Clocks.

Now, you often hear about people’s run ins with the cops. This past weekend….I had two.

Now, consider it just dumb luck, or flat out stupidity. When it comes to college students, the times we escape the fuz is the dumb luck. I think this time, stupidity just caught up with us.

Friday night, I skipped my Friday workout to jump on board with the girls in my hall’s camping trip. They had forgotten to invite me. No really, they asked me that day why I wasn’t going. Then realized they had never asked me, and instead just assumed I was going. So I convinced my injured friend D who was on crutches to come with me and go with the girls to camping, about 30 minutes off campus.

Well, I find out when we get there that all they brought was Vodka, which just isn’t my friend. And they bought PopOff at that, the cheapest vodka you can buy in Ohio.

Here’s an interesting fact. You can’t buy everclear in ohio. The alcohol content is too high. No wonder Jungle Juice sucks here.

Anyway, so it’s about 9 girls and 8 boys at this camp site. It got dark pretty early, and we started drinking at 6:30pm. Most the campers were sloshed by 9, I on the other hand was having a hard time seeing as Vodka just tastes like shit. Eventually though, I decide to suck it up because I was bored out of my mind. I take three shots of vodka, and chase it, because that’s just necessary.

Then I feel that I need to go to the bathroom. Me and two girls, including D on her crutches, walk to the bathroom, and on our way there, this cop stops. He gets out of his car, and luckily walks right past us. Hmmm, wonder where he is headed…. I call back to the campsite and let them know what’s coming there way. We get to the bathroom, and I have to maneuver around a bunch of 5 year olds, as the first shot begins to strike. Not too hard really. Then, after I finish what I have to do, the rest of the girls come to the bathroom and tell us that the cop is just standing there. Interesting.

Second shot hits. I decide that there is no way I am going back.

D, having finally sobered up starts to notice that I’m….not too emotionally okay. I seem to have been walking around telling people I was not okay to go back.

D realizes that I am correct in this, as the third shot hits. She decides she needs to drive me home.

So we get back to her car, which is on the other campsite, and I get in and straight away call my boyfriend. The minute he says hello, I start bawling. Mmmm shot number three of cheap shitty vodka. It’s always the third one.

D is all ready to drive me home, then one of the boys come and snatches her keys away, believing she is not okay to drive. Well, she gets her crutches out of the back and chases after him. All the while the cop is at the camp site and I’m in the car bawling.

Eventually she comes back and he head out, only to realize that we aren’t completely sure how to get home. Most the ride, all I remember is crying, having to pee like a race horse, and at one point giving the phone to D and having to get out to ask the car behind me which way to go.

Eventually, we got back to the room. My roommate was there with a friend. I walk right past them, not a word. Jump on my bed, and pass out.

And I believe, it all ended at 1:30am.

Later that night though, My ex calls me up, drunk. And I got to listen to him throw up while on the phone. Lovely.

But that was Friday! Saturday will be awesome! Yes? No.

Saturday night, I get all dressed up in my pretty new dress, do my hair, put on some smexy eyeliner. I looked damn hot. I was gonna go help my friend, Phil, celebrate his birthday. Of course, due to his own drinking violation that past Friday, he wasn’t drinking. By the time I found the party he was at, they were out of beer, or mostly. I shotgunned one beer, then realized I had a two beer tolerance to feel anything. So I was sober all night. Phil and I got stuck walking around with all our drunk friends, getting declined from parties and such.

Eventually, we are walking down the street, and this cop drives by. He stops. Gets out of his car. And walks over to our group. Most of us keep walking, but he calls back two of my friends. They had been arguing. The cop asks if they had been drinking. They say no, sir. But then realize, that they aren’t sure if it was a male or female cop. Hah.

Well, thank god they pulled it together. Because they only got warnings. One more ‘warning’ and they are getting arrested. eek.

Then we walked around, and again, were home by 1:30pm.

Okay, so I never actually ran into the cops myself. I do consider that lucky. But I can’t say I had a very good weekend. Upset or Sober. Yick.