party I will be attending is tomorrow…on New Year’s Eve. Seth invited me and it should be interesting to see everyone of the people I was friends with in high school drink…and me with them. I’m not going to drink much, cause I don’t completely trust some of the people I’ll be around, but I’m determined to have fun. It should be fun….right?
I sometimes wonder what my life would be like if I could control it. Sure, I got free-will and all, but there are so many forces in the world that I cannot control. I cannot control other people and their choices or let them see how their choices affect others. I cannot control health problems, mine or others. I cannot control a lot of shit………but I’m content with the life I’m living.
College has made me realize who I am, what I am going to be, and who I want to be around. I miss Case and Angel and Vince and Jake and Eric and every other SMC friend I have. I do not miss Hillsboro. I do not miss the immature people here who should have grown up by going to college but apparently decided it was alright not to. I do not miss the rehashing of high school drama. I want to go back to where I belong. Christmas does not seem whole without my friends from school :/
I’ve have done things that I am not proud of….but I’m proud I’ve gotten away with doing things xD I don’t remember doing things when i was smaller that I could have gotten in trouble for but I’m sure that there are some stories that I don’t even want to think about.
Recently I’ve been able to get away with a lot of stuff, even though half the time, my mother approves of what I’m doing. Alcohol consumption never was a part of my life until I came to college, but I don’t regret starting. I think, in a way, it was inevitable that my Irish roots would catch up to me and I’d be finding my way to the bottom of a bottle. As long as I’m not near a car, and my friends aren’t, too, then I’m good.
I like drinking with my friends, but I’m not anywhere as reckless about it as some of them. I never let myself get wasted to the point of oblivion or detection by the RAs, even though they won’t do anything anyway. I find myself enjoying the company more than the booze and it’s definitely funner when we’ve all made the statement that you won’t be held accountable for some of the things that you do if you drink….like hit on everyone….with a pulse….thanks, coconut rum!
I drink in my room and in friends’ rooms, but I find the townhouses a little stifling…and scary. Why walk across campus, get wasted, and then stumble back to your dorm? There are sooooo many things that could go wrong in that short period of time it takes you to travel back to your dorm. I have gone to parties in the townhouses, as I’ve been invited to quite a few (thank you, social life) but I don’t usually drink when I get there. Only at Aisling’s, but thats a how ‘nother story.
I have become more lenient in my views of alcohol and, sometimes, I wish I could do high school over again in order to just not be as judgmental. I apologize to those whom I have judged wrongly off the use of alcohol, but know your limits. I have never been “drunk” nor have I had a hang-over *knocks on wood*. Be aware of who you are with when you are drinking, as you have to trust the people around you…. and don’t play games you know you’re going to lose LOL Never-have-I-ever with a bunch of guys picking on the one girl is no fun! … maybe a little!
I did go see Eclipse…the premier… at 12 am.
I can hear you all judging me from Durham :P While in the movie theater though, I had an amazing experience. I’ve never seen the people in a movie theater BOND over the movie the way some of these Twilight-obsessed-creepers did. My favorite part of the night was when this middle-aged woman in front of me started screaming when she saw Taylor Lautner the first time in the movie. She almost hyperventilated and kept screaming when she could catch her breath. The woman next to her (same age, same stupid-ass Twilight Tween clothes) started screaming, “MARRY ME!”……I thought it was funny, if not a little desperate, and most definitely creepy! The movie wasn’t that good, but I still stand that I enjoyed it………It’s two hours of half-naked jacked men, why would I not like it? ;)
of a romantic, but more of a realist. Ever since I picked up my first romance novel, I’ve been hooked. I keep waiting for my prince to ride in on a white horse, sweep me off my feet, and live happily ever after…… but I think his horse must have died.
Prince’s don’t really exist in my world, which is why I submerge myself in fallacious stories of love and romance. It is as if, “If I can’t have it, I’m going to enjoy someone who can.” My books are my escape, allowing me to leave my life for 2 hours or so and live someone else’s. None of the characters have to worry about family obligations, college, bills, being fat….being sick and in constant pain. It’s definitely a reprieve from some of the bad things in my life, but I still love the life I’m living.
I’m realistic enough to understand that I’m not going to be swept off my feet anytime soon, but is it so bad to want that? I’m a strong, independent woman, but I’ll always be waiting for my prince.
I am a consistent person. She would see me as fun to be around and responsible… to a point :) She would say that my face is too expressive, allowing the world to see my thoughts run across my face. She would say that I play my emotions out too easily…or maybe just to her. She would say I’m a hopeless romantic that doesn’t know when to quit. She would say my sarcasm is biting, but it is funny as hell. She would reiterate that I’m pretty and that if he can’t see that I like him, then he’s not worth it. She would say I’m her best friend, and she is mine!
P.S. I have to do a lot of writing prompts for a class, hence the weird subjects!