Conversations…
Julia: Never drink alcohol ever again!
Me: It was just 7%! How the hell was I supposed to know I can’t take alcohol?
Julia: What were you eating?
Me: … Potato chips.
Julia: WHO THE HELL DRINKS ALCOHOL WHILE EATING POTATO CHIPS?!
Me: People drink beer while eating pizza!
Julia: AND WHO SAY YOU CAN FOLLOW THEM
Me: But-
Julia: AND CHIPS AND PIZZA ARE TWO DIFFERENT THINGS!
Drunk
As of 12.55 am, I’m semi-drunk… I think.
My eyes are bloodshot, my face is swollen and red. I’m extremely dizzy, can’t coordinate myself (at least partially), my heartrate’s going 100 beats per second. I find everything funny, and an overwhelming need to smile at everything and nothing. My concentration’s really poor, I don’t remember anythingI’ve just written. My hands type funny. My eyes focus funny too.
It was just 7% of alcohol! 330 ml of it! And I like cider, ok?!
Now I know why people die of heart attacks when they drink too much alcohol. My heartrate’s through the roofff.
Argh I can’t take it anymoe. I’m going to bed.
Blah
Ok, I am not all right.
EDIT: You know what, I honestly cannot be fucking bothered anymore.
Breathe in…
Phew.
I’m fine. I’m completely fine.
Have I mentioned that I hate my English language module? Out of the 5 I’m taking, I’m doing the worst in that one.
Kinda hypocritical, huh. Me ranting and raving about how people don’t speak English properly and yet I fail to grasp the most basic of grammar rules.
I observed something today. When one doesn’t do well in that module, one will give all sorts of excuses. Either that, or develop a dislike of the tutor, and thus attempting to ‘redeem’ oneself by pointing out all the flaws in the tutor. I’m not quite sure if it’s truly ‘redemption’ of the self, but I’m more inclined to think that the ego needs to float above water and make oneself feel superior, thus pointing out all the flaws (predominantly personality flaws) of the tutor.
Protected: A new low…
皆さん。。。
ファッキュウ！！！
