I’m back. I fucking swear it. I have so much to talk about: where I want to go for Spring Break, how my one drink a day thing is going, what I’m currently listening to right now on my iTunes (Mephistopheles’ Return by Trans-Siberian Orchestra). I will have to adopt a new tone though, obviously. I can’t talk like a giddy school girl like I’m currently talking. My tone changes so fucking often. This of course means that I haven’t found my own “voice.” But then again I don’t even know if I like writing so there you go.
Anyway, it is Friday night and you know what that means. You know exactly what that means. It means that normally I would be out getting hammered in about two hours, probably ending up at the Cha Cha Lounge, and at some point or another getting shut down by every girl in the bar. This is because I have no “game” when I’m drunk. I have “game” when I’m sober. It’s easy to have game when you’re sober. You own the place. But when I get drunk I lose control. Lucky for me, I’m not doing that for a year. Unless, of course, I find a loophole.
I have found a loophole already, by the way. It’s an obvious loophole, and actually it’s not really a loophole at all. All it basically consists of is me drinking one 16oz. beer at around 11:50pm and then having another one at 12:01am when the next new day has begun. I know, I know — it’s not a loophole at all. It’s called a new day. Or whatever you want to call it. But consider this: I can have two beers in a relatively short period of time, and not just two beers, but two pints. And I can have two pints of whatever I want, which means I could have a Winter Ale or Jolly Roger or God forbid some kind of Belgium beer that’s like 75% alcohol. So I could conceivably get somewhat intoxicated. Hopefully not intoxicated to the point where I lose my faculty for making decisions and decide getting hammered drunk is the most appropriate course of action, but I could still get fairly intoxicated.
As for where I want to go for Spring Break, I want to go to Japan. I decided this today. I heard a kid talking about how he’s going to Japan for Spring Break and how it’s (March) the most beautiful time of year because it’s not cold and it’s not humid yet and I said to myself, “Fuck me I need to get to Japan.” So I will now investigate flights and probably see that it costs a shit ton and the possibility of going is completely unrealistic, but I’m going to check again anyway.
I’m sort of bored right now. Sort of. I’m mostly just pissed I have to grade a fuck ton of essays. But that’s fine. I’ve got good music, good food, and tonight at midnight I’m allowed to have another drink. Four hours to freedom.