obsidianblaq's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- alcohol and chemical love so. kay's now officially been drunk. yes, yes i was. i've no fun stories for you though. i can't tell you i ended up making out with some random hot guy..... or girl.... (ya never know) cause i wasn't out. no, i was just sitting here, doing nothing online. the family was home, as well as 2 other people, although none of them were aware of my intoxication because by the time it reached it's peak they were all asleep. it started off with my refilling of the 200ml bottle of vodka i keep around. actually, no. it started with my lack of sleep the night before. anyways. then i grabbed the cooler i had stashed away from our last party. poured it into a cup and added enough vodka so it tatsed mildly alcoholic. i decided to drink it fast, so as to achieve maximum effect, seeing as i know i can hold my alcohol well if taken slowly. it gave me a bit of a head trip. you know, where everything kinda lags for that split second when you get up, or turn. i decided what the hell. i drank 3 cans of pop mixed with the remainder of the 200ml. then 1 1/2 cans mixed with vodka from my parents bottle sitting on the counter. again... not sipping. i'd drink half a can at a time. the progressive drunkness was entertaining, to say the least. couldn't type worth shit. on average i had to retype a word 3 times to get it right. i had 2 people laughing at me, and nomey quite upset, cause she hates alcohol. i'm sorry nomey, i really do love you, and you're a great friend. long distance hug.... and i'm sober. while there were still people awake i could walk straight. i'd make it up the first set of stairs, turn, and crawl up the rest, thudding softly into the walls in the bathroom. everything lagged seriously. my face tingled and i couldn't sit still. was constantly tipping one way or another. i'm surprised my parents didn't notice, actually. thank god it was dark or my dad would probably have commented on the fact that my eyes were slightly bloodshot, as they seem to get when i drink. i didn't drink the second half of my 5th can cause by that time i'd heaved up half of my stomach contents. of course, i somehow wasn't adept at this and spent a few minutes wiping up the floor, trying not to fall over. it was an easy task, seeing as i'd eaten nothing all day and the only thing in my stomach was coke and vodka. returned downstairs. by the time my forehead was resting on the screen and i couldn't focus on anything i said goodbye to who i was still talking to, telling them i neded to go pass out. emptied the rest of my stomach. my mother sleeps well. made it to my room, feeling really quite dizzy and weighted down. i never actually fell, throughout the night, though i had fun walking. spent long enough moaning obscenities at the fact that it wasn't pleasant to move any longer and my body felt 6 times heavier than normal. my face still tingled. but in the end it all worked out. i accomplished 6 hours of blissful dreamless sleep. just total blankness. it made up for the non sleep of the night before, (non sleep = you're half asleep, but half awake, constantly aware of the fact that you're almost awake, the floor beneath you, etc.) and the ineffectiveness of 3tsp of gravol to accomplish the sleeping deal. so while i was not at the party ian was at... undoubtedly as drunk as i was at that point in time... it was an interesting experience. mayhap i'll post a bit of the conversation i had with kris... stay tuned for that one. 7:54 a.m. - 2004-07-18 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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