February 17, 1999 at 12:09am
I was going to write something about how you shouldn't mess with karma or God or whatever, but I just have to get this off my chest. Why is it that when a friendly competition is comes around, it suddenly becomes unfriendly? We have this thing called STUNT at our college that is a big, old tradition. It's been going on for 103 years and it involves a committee from each class writing a 19-20 minute musical and it being judged. The committee is voted on in the fall and they write the script during the fall. The class hears the script in February and then the night of STUNT reading the committee holds auditions and casts. Each of the classes keeps its STUNTS secret until the final competition in early March.
It is supposed to be fun, but the fun has aleady been sucked out of it. The committees are already getting on each others nerves and it hasn't even been a week. Arg! And people have already started complaining and the all night paint sessions haven't even started either. Bah-Humbug! I try to be spirited but it's really hard to be when everyone is whispering behind each others backs and people aren't getting enough sleep so they don't take critism well. I think we all need to be on prozac or something. Any way on to a lighter subject.
Yesterday I didn't go to my riding lesson because I was tired and I needed to write two labs that were already late (which I didn't and I hope my dad doesn't read this). Anyway, if I saw my riding instructor, I was going to tell him that I didn't set my alarm for the morning or some such thing. This morning I was going to get up early (like 5:00am or so) and study for my Calc based Physics class. Of course I didn't get up and I shut off my alarm instead of hitting the snooze button. I got up later than I intended, like I woke up at 8:50am and I was to be in class at 8:45am. I run and get dressed and get to class at around 9:05am and it turns out that class was cancelled. I think God was telling me I shouldn't have thought about lying and was just scaring me.
February 18, 1999 at 11:16pm
I just saw the Shenandoah Shakespeare Express perform "The Merchant of Venice" and I must say it was stupendous. I enjoyed it very much. I also have to say that as much as my friends and I talk about other people acting foolish around guys, we sure did turn into a bunch of groupies. We asked them for their autographs and one girl touched the blond guy's hair. Of course since she did I figured I would. too.
February 20, 1999
Forward(July 27, 1999) Last night I read an entry in my guestbook that flamed me for this story because a person believed that one of the drunk people in the car was driving this night. I read over this entry and I understand that I did not make it clear that we had a designated driver. As a matter of fact there were two sober people in the car that could have driven. My friends and I were responsible, and I am in no way advocating drunk driving with this story.(1:27 am)I think I'm drunk. I can't stop laughing. Anything and everything sets me off. I am surprised I can type any thing. My head feels like it is floating above my body. I felt fine when I got up to leave the bar, but once I got in the car I just couldn't stop laughing. I think my residence could tell I was drunk. i hope my dad doesn't read this. I hope I don't get a hangover. aI think I'm gonna get some water. It feels like I have no control over head. I had an Amaretto sour, a Buttery nipple, a hurricane, a midouri sour, and a long island iced tea. I darnk the long island iced tea kinda fast, maybe that is why I am tippsty. I wonder if you can tell i am tippsy from the way I write. We saw a cool band named Dear America. They were pretty good. I have to mention them to nicole later. We are looking for a local band to play bandfest. maybthey can do it.I should probably go to bed now, but I really want to go to the all night paint session tonight. I don 't think I could make it. There was also another band there called Ode to Abbie, but I didn't hear them. they migfht have been good. Good Night!!!!!!!
(2:37 pm)So it has been several hours after my first drinking experience, and, thankfully, I don't have a hangover. Of course that could be because I threw up this morning. I haven't thrown up since the 3rd grade.
I went out last night with my friends, only planning on drinking one or two things not 5. If one were to add up all the sips I had of other drinks, I probably had 6. As I said last night, I felt fine when I got up to go to the car. I felt a little off-balance, but I could walk straight and I felt lucid. Once I got into the car I started laughing and I couldn't stop. Everything was funny. (I should go to physics drunk, then I would laugh at Dr. Peterson's jokes.) We stopped by Steak & Shake to get something to eat for one of my friends, because she hadn't eaten since lunch and she had as much to drink as I had. She asked eveyone in the car if they would still love her after seeing her this drunk. As we got closer to Steak & Shake the two sober ones in the car (out of 6) decided it would be best if we went through the drive-thru, because we (the drunk ones) would be too hard to manage in the restuarant. Debbie got a steak sandwich and Courtney got some fries.
As we drove home I had some of Courtney's fries. Until then my stomach had been fine. I started to feel a little queasy after the fries, but not too bad. I made it to my room with one of my friends, Joan, walking with me. One of my residents, Taylor, saw me. I was fine when I got in. I took off my coat, and I got a drink of water so I wouldn't be dehydrated. I wrote about it on my webpage and then I went to go talk to Taylor. I took a shower and I laid down to go to sleep.
I felt okay until I laid down. At first I felt good because I laid down and it felt like my muscles were melting into the bed. Then I turned to my right side and I really started to feel quesy. I turned to lay on my left side and then I felt like the world was spinning, like I was levitating and twirling around. Then it felt like I was falling through the bed, so I put my hand on the wall to give my brain more sensory information so that it would understand that I wasn't spinning. That, of course, didn't work, so I sat up and turned on the lights to get my bearing. Since i hadn't thrown up since 3rd grade and probably since I was drunk I sat there wondering if I was going to throw up. I thought to myself, "I wonder if I am going to throw up. Maybe I should go to the bathroom, but I don't want to throw up in the bathroom and have my suitemate/RA see and smell it. I hope I don't throw up." Right after that last thought, I threw up. Mind you, I was still sitting in my bed, but I manage not to get any on my bed. I then another wave hit.
I finally got up and I rinsed off my hands. I was just going to clean everything up later, but I decided I didn't like the smell. I could see potato chunks from the fries and red stuff that I think were tomatoes from my salad I had for dinner. I even saw a slice of carrot I apparently swallowed whole from lunch. I tried to clean up the little rug I had by my bed, but that wasn't going too well, so I just bagged it up. Then I wiped up the floor. I was going to go to bed then, but I figured I should stand by the toilet for a couple of minutes and perform my homage to the porcelain god just in case. However before that I busted out my Febreeze and hosed stuff down. Thank God for Febreeze. It is a good thing I have two beds in my room, because then I realized I got a little on my sheets. So I slept in my other bed.
So the moral of the story is if you think you are going to throw up, run to the bathroom. If you can't get off the bed, try not to throw up on a rug (or your bed for that matter.) Before you get in the bed, make sure your shoes are out of the way, or else you may have to clean them later. Remember to chew your food before you swallow. Don't drink a Long Island Iced Tea in four minutes. Don't finish said drink when you think you may be drunk just because your friend bought it and it would be a shame to waste it. (Starving children in Africa probably wouldn't want it anyway.) Don't eat Steak & Shake fries after you drink and you are drunk. If it is your first time drinking, and you are going out with friends who have been drinking for a while, you can't drink as much as they can and hold it all in: hence DRINK IN MODERATION!
Well, I'm off to go wash my sheets.
February 23,1999
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