Its all about maintaining a balance

Even though I have two tests this week, I still managed to drink about sixty drinks this weekend which I figure is enough to get several sailors drunk.  Speaking of which, I met a marine who gave me a very sweet massage while I made jokes like “don’t worry, I like you back” to preface leaving the room even.  Then I somehow managed to have a sleep over with a good friend of mine from back in the day without the marine having a clue.  I always have fun when I go out with Ali, and I was embarrassed how many people I knew out at the skeevy bar I blacked out in religiously freshmen year.  The important thing though is that I knew a bartender and a boy who paid my cover and the fact that thats just the icing on the cake makes me feel pretty great.  Then again I do have ridiculous highs and lows with all this living alone stuff and it was especially obvious when I went to get my mail from Cara’s and totally talked so much including the divulsion of secrets that nobody knows. For example, the most extreme example, where the fuck I was the day I went missing in Africa. However, it was her fault for triggering a flashback during discourse about whether taking showers with boys if you’re invited should always be an acceptable offer if you’re willing. In addition, I feel like I’m the only girl on the planet who hasn’t made out with kevin and I can’t decide how I feel about it.  Unfortunately, I apparently only remember about half of my friday night which started at joes and moved to clybournes with the betas and then somehow, despite not knowing who i talked to or where, I managed to take off all my jewelery and hang up my dress when I got home. Still, sometimes when I say I should stop drinking, people agree with me and that makes me sad.