St. Patrick's Day

Here we go! It’s the biggest amateur drinking night of the year, and I’m still quite the amateur. I know what works by now though. Lots of shots, and quickly, will definitely alter my mind and personality. I could (should?) stop and analyze the (non-existent) logic of this. Alcohol doesn’t solve problems. What’s the appeal really? Why do we always go with the crowd? My best friend wrote about these questions too. Apparently they’re “ the central aspect of the college discourse” and “the overindulgence of pleasure and whim.” Genius. Leave it to her Cornell-ified brain to come up with an explanation like that. I go to fucking UAlbany. Drink up!1

Hehehe everything’s good now. Why is this the best song I’ve ever heard? Wow the room is spinning already. I have a test tomorrow morning, my bad. Oh well, this only happens once a year. Yay Irish! Hey, I know her! And him! This is cool. We should definitely hang out later. Oh God I love this too much. It burns my throat but I can ignore that because the lights are so bright and everyone’s dancing. I wonder how much I’ll remember tomorrow. More shots? Ok! That sounds like the best idea ever.2

Oh ok we’re leaving now. It’s still early but I can’t stand up and I don’t even know what I’m saying. Is that our cab? So warm! Where are we going? This isn’t home. This place will never be home. Shhh. Theres a security guard be chill. Safe! Score. Oh God I hate elevators so much. It’s a metal box and they’re always broken and I’m already dizzy. Yay we’re back. Wait why are you crying? Yeah I’m here for you but I don’t know what to say, I never do. Oh God now I’m crying too. Please stop. I want my friends. I’m talking at one now and he’s pretending to care but in the morning he’ll throw it back at us. Stop judging just because we drink once in awhile. I need to go to bed and pass out for forever. The room is still spinning but at least I’m alone tonight. I’m so tired of being alone sometimes. Oh shit I can’t get sick I can’t get sick…3

Why is the light so bright? What time is it? Oh no its only 8 and I’m wide-awake. Ughhh this is the worst I’ve ever felt. I still taste the alcohol. Shhhh I’m hung over. I can’t go to class, can’t go home like this. Why am I awake? I don’t remember much about last night. Sensations are there- like the lights and pounding music and random faces. It’s like a drug scene in a movie. Did everyone else have fun? Why do I do this to myself? Never again…4