So my birthday was on Tuesday, and my friend's birthday was today. So we had a party wednesday, since that is a traditional party night here at school and because it was appropriately in between. It was quite lovely, in that there were many people and a delicious chocolate covered rice krispy treat for my birthday gift.
There were also a lot of obnoxious drunkards, myself not included. I have taken a sort of unspoken vow of sobriety. Drinking no longer interests me. I look at a glass of liquor and i feel indifferent, rather than the unsurpassed glee i used to feel. I am not the only one. Several of my friends have grown apathetic towards alcohol, and i say its about damn time we all sobered up.
Several of my friends, however, have not. I spent most evening dodging my former hookup, who was running about all over the place, yelling at people in a faux irish accent (he is NOT IRISH. at all.) and singing stupid pink floyd songs whilst playing an empty champagne bottle, and trying to hug or high five me every five minutes. It was ridiculous. Also another highly drunken guest was trying to authoritatively guess when i would go off and hook up with my former hookup again while making obscene hand gestures.
I was having none of it. I avoided both of them like the plague.
Aside from this minor hiccup, (and having a very drunk david duchovny slut babble at me in her Irish accent -- which is actually real -- about how she'd like to be friends but she doesn't think we will be because i don't like her and she doesn't like me) I had an excellent time. this one boy (renowned for his absolute coolness in manner of forties mobster) sang my friend and me irish songs, which is basically the COOLEST thing ever, simply because it is alex. Also I had chocolate, and every one seemed really enthusiastic about celebrating, which is unusual. I'm not used to people actually caring enough or remembering to do anything about it. My 18th and 17th birthdays sucked. A lot. So i was pleasantly surprised at how well this one turned out. i can only imagine what 21 will be like.
It will be hardcore and intense, and i hope there is no death.
Note, Latte, this is not me trying to tell you anything, i promise. this is just mere fact. i love you lots and lots and i hope you have fun this weekend. oodles of noodles of love.
bagels.
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nice tags. and this "having a very drunk david duchovny slut babble at me in her Irish accent -- which is actually real -- about how she'd like to be friends but she doesn't think we will be because i don't like her and she doesn't like me)" is hilarious.
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