my night, what the hell happened?

well today is st patricks day. i have nothing exciting to say. except that i had to meet amber's mom today. awkward yes, indeed.

well, i SHOULD be working on a research paper. but this house proves to be too noisy for my concentration, and i probably won't work on it until everybody sleeps.

yesterday was the hottest day ever.
yesterday was the first time i tried jager.
yes, it does taste like black licorice. yes, it goes down smoother than vodka. yes, i still drank it.

i felt good, to be honest. i haven't felt that happy in a while. to be with friends and just have everyone be happy. nothing to worry about. just to escape for a few hours. it was liberating. i barely remember what i talked about. but apparently i was pretty loud and touchy-feely. but i guess, who isn't a bit different after helping kill a newly opened bottle of jager that had been in the freezer since november? ..yeah, exactly.

no, i didn't pass out. no, my clothes didn't come off. just my sweater because i was sooo damn warm. and the a/c was on. and it was night already. i have tiny burns on my hand though, i probably fucked up with a cigarette. im glad honey d bailed me out before i got any worse. THEN, who knows what couldve happened. i wouldn't have been able to drive home that is. well, maybe.. it's not like we had much to drink anyway. except neither of us had eaten ANYTHING. except for maybe a few cookies.

those cookies didn't help later, now that i think about it. because we eventually were pretty hungry. and it was so dry. bleh.

i wish i could've lived that night just a little longer. oh well. til another time. doubt that'll be my birthday, but im glad i got some form of inebriation.