Dr. J wrote:My first time was at a friends Birthday party. I believe the beverage of the night was Vodka. I believe I was drinking it straight. Needless to say I woke up in a intersting place
ahhh the memories
My friends tell me they feel like they have to walk around with me on a leash when I'm drunk because I act like a complete spaz...and...other things.
*Is leaving in half an hour to go to boyfriend's house equipped with specially engineered (by him) keg fridge *
:O
"other things" eh?
If anyone is wondering, I woke up in a barn
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freshman year, the senior i was going out with hooked me up with it.
Whenever death may surprise us, let it be welcome if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.
Nobody's gonna miss me, no tears will fall, no ones gonna weap, when i hit that road. my boots are broken my brain is sore, fer keepin' up with thier little world, i got a heavy load. gonna leave 'em all just like before, i'm big city bound, your always 17 in your hometown
I was probably 17 when I started going out to pubs. I'm not sure what grade that is.
The first time I got really drunk I think I was 20 or 21.
And the worst time was last August - I got so ill that I've barely drunk since!
Open your eyes to nights and days, you close them up and float away and somehow inbetween you've got to master lying to yourself you back the cause, get out of school, you get a job, the job gets you and somehow every day you end up serving somebody else now if that ain't panic that you're feeling, then you damn well better start you can drive it into that head of yours with the hammer in your heart.
And it's alriiiiiiiight now, take the world and make it yours again.
How is it that I feel like crap after 3 beers 8 hours ago???
Either I'm becoming the cheapest drunk ever or it has something to do with the fact that I've been living on Slim Fast for the last week for lack of a fridge and microwave
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That can't be healthy. And, eww... if there's no fridge... does that mean the Slim Fast is warm?
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I was in my junior year of high school; went camping with my buddies, and got kinda plastered. I've since (over the last few weeks) quit drinking. here's hoping I can hold out!
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.
trentm32 wrote:I was in my junior year of high school; went camping with my buddies, and got kinda plastered. I've since (over the last few weeks) quit drinking. here's hoping I can hold out!
WHAT!?!?!!?
That's core curriculum!! hello? Drinking games 1303?
oh man, someone is so not getting a masters
Whenever death may surprise us, let it be welcome if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.
Nobody's gonna miss me, no tears will fall, no ones gonna weap, when i hit that road. my boots are broken my brain is sore, fer keepin' up with thier little world, i got a heavy load. gonna leave 'em all just like before, i'm big city bound, your always 17 in your hometown
trentm32 wrote:I was in my junior year of high school; went camping with my buddies, and got kinda plastered. I've since (over the last few weeks) quit drinking. here's hoping I can hold out!
WHAT!?!?!!?
That's core curriculum!! hello? Drinking games 1303?
oh man, someone is so not getting a masters
My dear Professor Reno; you must have missed the two recent night classes that were offered: "Having a Working Liver 121", and "Not Ruling From The Porcelain Throne 102". They're well worth checking out, not too shabby.
And, as far as Drinking Games goes, I've scored a second minor in that one. Well-versed, my friend.
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.
Dr. J wrote:My first time was at a friends Birthday party. I believe the beverage of the night was Vodka. I believe I was drinking it straight. Needless to say I woke up in a intersting place
ahhh the memories
My friends tell me they feel like they have to walk around with me on a leash when I'm drunk because I act like a complete spaz...and...other things.
*Is leaving in half an hour to go to boyfriend's house equipped with specially engineered (by him) keg fridge *
xjsb125 wrote:I'm with Cass. I'm 24 and I have yet to drink.
:O not ever at all?
I probably first had alcohol when I was about 5! Only a sip or two, but alcohol none the less. My little nephew's been having watered down red wine since he was about 6!
Open your eyes to nights and days, you close them up and float away and somehow inbetween you've got to master lying to yourself you back the cause, get out of school, you get a job, the job gets you and somehow every day you end up serving somebody else now if that ain't panic that you're feeling, then you damn well better start you can drive it into that head of yours with the hammer in your heart.
And it's alriiiiiiiight now, take the world and make it yours again.
trentm32 wrote:I was in my junior year of high school; went camping with my buddies, and got kinda plastered. I've since (over the last few weeks) quit drinking. here's hoping I can hold out!
WHAT!?!?!!?
That's core curriculum!! hello? Drinking games 1303?
oh man, someone is so not getting a masters
My dear Professor Reno; you must have missed the two recent night classes that were offered: "Having a Working Liver 121", and "Not Ruling From The Porcelain Throne 102". They're well worth checking out, not too shabby.
And, as far as Drinking Games goes, I've scored a second minor in that one. Well-versed, my friend.
those are not classes, those are those damn hippies on campus protesting the fact that i have drinking games 1303 as core curriculum. besides, that is the only beer drinking class that's manditory, it's not like your gonna burn out your liver in one semester.
Whenever death may surprise us, let it be welcome if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.
Nobody's gonna miss me, no tears will fall, no ones gonna weap, when i hit that road. my boots are broken my brain is sore, fer keepin' up with thier little world, i got a heavy load. gonna leave 'em all just like before, i'm big city bound, your always 17 in your hometown
trentm32 wrote:I was in my junior year of high school; went camping with my buddies, and got kinda plastered. I've since (over the last few weeks) quit drinking. here's hoping I can hold out!
WHAT!?!?!!?
That's core curriculum!! hello? Drinking games 1303?
oh man, someone is so not getting a masters
My dear Professor Reno; you must have missed the two recent night classes that were offered: "Having a Working Liver 121", and "Not Ruling From The Porcelain Throne 102". They're well worth checking out, not too shabby.
And, as far as Drinking Games goes, I've scored a second minor in that one. Well-versed, my friend.
those are not classes, those are those damn hippies on campus protesting the fact that i have drinking games 1303 as core curriculum. besides, that is the only beer drinking class that's manditory, it's not like your gonna burn out your liver in one semester.
good point, good point.
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.