Last night was interesting:
- I was emailing my future grad advisor about stuff and I asked about the department's language requirements and were they somewhat flexible and he was all "it is my expectation" that british history grad students learn french so now he already thinks I'm shirking work, great
- anyways, I read that email and then I had two margaritas and went to a party where i had two more beers and a shot of tequila
- and for a little while I didn't have any insecurities at all and it was the greatest thing in the whole world
- and I didn't want to lose that feeling so I had another shot of tequila and a shot of something else and something involving vodka and orange juice
- and then I started talking to the host of this party, this guy I sort of wanted to go out with last semester except I didn't think he was into me, and I told him about how much I loved not having insecurities and how I'd been in therapy for the past year and a half and how embarrassed about it I was, except it was helpful, and then he told me he'd gone to therapy and been suicidal and we had this shared moment but I think we were both too drunk to appreciate it
- and this whole while I was talking and standing in his kitchen and hanging onto the handle of the refrigerator so I didn't fall down and then I about passed out on his bathroom floor and my sober friend had to come get me and I threw up on the sidewalk
Also, I spilled something on the delete key of my keyboard and now it's sticking.
Submitted May 11, 2015 at 01:39AM by girlscout-cookies http://ift.tt/1H8i3ca offmychest
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