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Hello, I am YFAT or Lo. I have been writing on Journal Scape for eight years now, working on my ninth. How the time flies! This journal chronicles my random thoughts, high moments and sometimes low, throughout high school, college, and now beyond, into the world of "adulthood", whatever that means.
2010-09-03 11:50 PM
I am Tipsy and Was Likely Drunk...First Time Ever
I feel the need to record this:
I am semi-intoxicated at the moment and in a sustained state. One shot, one mixed drink, one Mike's Hard, half a Woodchuck hard cider and half another Mike's hard.
My sense of balance is sooooo fucked up. I didn't think I was that bad but apparently balance is one of the first things to go with me. The mixed drink was pineapple and pineapple is fucking disgusting by the way. I had to down it quickly because every time I took a sip I wanted to gag. Pineapple=MEGA GROSS!!! I'd rather chug a glass of wine, which I am also not fond of.
The shot I had, peach vodka, was kind of like drinking cough syrup but longer lasting. I don't particularly mind the after taste/feeling but the initial chug is disgusting.
I think my tolerance is loooow. I feel like this should have worn off faster. Like I'm almost there but not quite and I haven't had a drink in an hour or more now. The tingly lips and hands and wobbliness is not dissimilar from an orgasm now that I think about it...EXCEPT THERE'S NO FUCKING ORGASM!
I am still unsure if I like it or not. With my balance compromised I am not really sure why anyone has a greater urge to dance in this state as my logic is telling me "Keep yourself against stable objects- like a couch or a wall or both together." I mean my brain is still here I just feel cross eyed and wobbly, like I really need to go to sleep...which I may.
I am glad I drank with my Wells women where I am safe. We were in a friend's place it was just the six of us. My one friend was pretty gone but she was also tired and looking to be gone. I was looking to be in control of myself for the most part. I am glad it didn't hit my stomach hard aside from the completely revulsion at the pineapple taste.
I find it funny that I am still in scientific observer mode as well. My friend Lauren doesn't get touched and was laughing at us saying we wouldn't remember. I know I'd remember. I'm writing a fucking blog entry.
The word "fuck" escapes my mouth a lot more when I am like this as well. Almost exponentially.
Anyhoo I will sleep now and then see what I DO remember tomorrow, which should be most of it.
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