so richard just said something along the lines of "i don't understand how anyone can be an alcoholic". and i was sitting there, at our kitchen table preciously holding my cup of water drinking it furiously because i'm incessantly thirsty, not understanding either how alcohol could taste so good or the feeling it generates be so good to someone. ah, weak pathetic erika downed a skyy blue in like five minutes because she was so damn thirsty and ten minutes later, turned red as a cherry tomato and began to feel sick. and now, after she basically passed out for an hour, she's recovering.
god in high school i tried to build my tolerance and liked alcohol. maybe because that was because it was high school. i don't know but i know now that i really don't like it because it doesn't taste any good and it makes me feel like this. like. crap.
so the first time i really got anywhere near drunk was during my cousin's wedding before senior year. i know it started with champagne which my mother gave to me. the it was red wine because good lord they even had it at the kid's table, and moments later, the waiter delievered white wine to our table - did he not see that there were 10 year olds there? and then after a few glasses of that, i distinctly remember one of my cousins, drunk already himself, pull me to the bar for a beer since "you gotta have one of these experiences". and you know, it actually felt good then. being buzzed. and my dad, standing 30 feet away with this classic expression on his face upon seeing me and my cousin laugh holding beck beer bottles.
no i'm not drunk. i would have to be insanely weak to be drunk after one skyy blue.
changing subjects. i think i have like horrible timing or something. because it seems like everytime i venture out to the living room at this hour, my roommates are busy typing away on their computers. and when i leave five minutes later, i hear talking and laughter. and i'm really beginning to wonder - am i that boring? do i not have anything interesting to say? because seriously, i don't think people find it intriguing to talk to me. and if they did talk to me, perhaps they might learn something, something they wouldn't expect. or maybe the image i put out to people begs for silence.
and somehow i lost my train of thought. because i've been interrupted. pardon me.
god in high school i tried to build my tolerance and liked alcohol. maybe because that was because it was high school. i don't know but i know now that i really don't like it because it doesn't taste any good and it makes me feel like this. like. crap.
so the first time i really got anywhere near drunk was during my cousin's wedding before senior year. i know it started with champagne which my mother gave to me. the it was red wine because good lord they even had it at the kid's table, and moments later, the waiter delievered white wine to our table - did he not see that there were 10 year olds there? and then after a few glasses of that, i distinctly remember one of my cousins, drunk already himself, pull me to the bar for a beer since "you gotta have one of these experiences". and you know, it actually felt good then. being buzzed. and my dad, standing 30 feet away with this classic expression on his face upon seeing me and my cousin laugh holding beck beer bottles.
no i'm not drunk. i would have to be insanely weak to be drunk after one skyy blue.
changing subjects. i think i have like horrible timing or something. because it seems like everytime i venture out to the living room at this hour, my roommates are busy typing away on their computers. and when i leave five minutes later, i hear talking and laughter. and i'm really beginning to wonder - am i that boring? do i not have anything interesting to say? because seriously, i don't think people find it intriguing to talk to me. and if they did talk to me, perhaps they might learn something, something they wouldn't expect. or maybe the image i put out to people begs for silence.
and somehow i lost my train of thought. because i've been interrupted. pardon me.
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