The following blog is a rant; my rules remain the same, no persons were directly named and apart from the person I call an ass, no grudges are held. This is just the last three parties from my point of view.
No more drinking. Ever.
Well not ever. I come from a long line of self-proclaimed alcoholics so cutting it out completely is close to impossible. But no more getting drunk. Especially at parties.
Honestly the mood I am in, no more parties. I feel like bowing out from all social occasions and taking the final step in becoming a complete social recluse. But I don't think that will make a good impression when I start college, and I don't make that good a first impression the best of times.
In the last month I have attended three drunken parties. The first was...I don't want to say hellish because that's insulting to the person throwing it, and they personally weren't the the problem. The problem was; one of my friends went home early and the other got very drunk. Now, for me to be the most sober out of my friends says two things, a. I wasn't drinking my usual amount and b. everyone else was drinking more. So me with people I had never met before, trying to look after my friend would couldn't walk straight. But that I could cope with, I could even cope with the running joke of my friends being my sexuality after being asked out by a girl, I could even slightly cope with the overwhelming disbelief from friends that it was possible for me to be asked out by anyone. What I couldn't cope with was some random ass making me feel worse by declaring me to be, a "fat, ugly version of this emo girl" he used to know...needless to say mixed with the bottle of wine I had, I wanted to curl up and die under a rock...I went home early.
Party number two.
Again, I didn't drink lots and again my friends did. But this time it resulted in angry drunks, so much so that I could speak without getting my head torn off. At least it was the same with everyone though, I don't think I've ever seen so much shouting with my friends. The next day I watched as we all pulled our sorry asses out of bed and left awkwardly trying to pretend the whole mess didn't happen.
And the third.
The third party in itself wasn't awful. It fact it was rather enjoyable. It was the build up to it that was unpleasant. Eg. the awkward bit at the beginning when not everyone had arrived and you sit and talk.
Now, I can stand being laughed by good friends, but people interrupting me while I am having a conversation with my friends to take the piss out of what I am saying in order to provide entertainment - that's not cool. Shall I give and example; I told them I was leaving early to go to another group of friends place and I was interrupted to be told that I was "ditching" my best friends and it was only cause I was in love with the others that I was leaving. Example two, was asked my opinion on SAAS money, when I answered the music was loud so I had to repeat myself, giving the person a chance to call me attention seeking...cause I said the same thing twice. And third, while in the middle of a general conversation all I did was say, "No that can't be right because I thought that...", I didn't correct them, I wasn't rude or anything like that, I got in return, "Oh of course Erin will know cause she thinks she knows everything about everything."
But of course as was mended when the bar opened and my ID was required...
And relax. So there you go, my last three parties.
I rather like blogging, I don't even care if no one reads it...its not good to keep shit bottled up...
speaking of bottles...where's the wine...I need it now...
Oh yeah, title song Map of Your Head - Muse.
Its about the hangover and aftermath of a drinking spree and how the people around are making him things worse...I thought it was appropriate
