blog 61

This story is going to be really gross, so if you have a weak stomach you should probably stop reading. Anyhow, Saturday night I was really just tired of school and work and household issues so I decided I was going to get my drank on. Yes, I know, how bad of me. So I went to a friend’s house, where more friends met us, and enjoyed a few drinks. One thing lead to another and I ended up getting really drunk. I have a slight flaw when drinking (surprise!). When I start drinking, I’m very conservative and careful. No shots, nothing too hard. However, once I’m drunk, I don’t seem to care anymore. I no longer have that voice in the back of my head telling me my limit, instead I just keep drinking and drinking. So I had a good time, talked to a lot of my friends, got a safe and sober ride home, and I thought that was it. Nope. I got home and laid down in my bed to relax and watch some television but then the room started spinning. This is not a normal feeling for me after drinking, so I grudgingly went to sit on the bathroom floor just in case. Just as I suspected, here comes the vomit. I threw up entire goldfish (the crackers). Apparently when drunk I forget how to chew. Then I literally ate toothpaste to get minty fresh again, walked down to the basement to see what my roommate was doing, and saw he was watching jackass. Coincidentally it was the part where Stevo throw up a live whole goldfish (ofcourse!). So then I ran back to the bathroom and threw up more and went to sleep. I wont be doing that again for a while. The end!