One concussion, case of alcohol poisoning, and overnight hospital stay later, I'm still alive. Somehow.
I was probably who Luna had in mind when she mentioned the ones who say screw it and just party. It was how I was raised, and I really don't know anything else. Not to mention I've always been a bit self-destructive.
So after about a gazillion shots and more random dance-floor makeouts than I care to think about -- I really am ashamed of myself -- I'm finally starting to settle down.
The ambulance was kind of a wake-up call. Kind of.
The good news is, I don't have any midterms. Unfortunately, however, instead of crashing on the futon gossiping with my roommate during my newfound free time, I'm writing this post. Mostly because she's essentially moved out and I need to vent. And maybe whine a little too. Don't get me wrong, I love having time to myself with just my guitar, and I love the friends I've made. But not having a roommate gets lonely.
So to anyone else out there who feels like they're all kinds of stupid sometimes, come visit, misery loves company right?
Hey, are you staying on campus during Fall Break? I am :)
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