I got out of bed today with a hangover.

I’ve had like twelve (or fifteen?) bottles of Red Horse yesterday and it was nasty. Boy, was I nasty. I’m with four of my friends (actually, two of them I newly met–the wonders of beer-drinking) at the Square, where every Thursday night at LB are usually celebrated with booze and everything. We emptied two Red Horse beer towers. I went home under the influence with a friend, and we stayed and slept at the dorm, and the next thing I know it was 9:54 AM and I have a 10:00 AM class.

Bullshit.

So I stood up and Elaine wasn’t there–Elaine, my friend, who’s really smart to consider me as that guy friend whom you could sleep with, without any hesitation, without any doubts of being naughty. She got up earlier for her 7 AM class, I remembered. All I could hear was that lyrics, “Should’ve done something, but I’ve done it enough. By the way, my hands were shaking. Rather waste some time with you.” The Used, I mused.

I stoop up and lost gravity. I nearly collapsed, good thing my hands saved me from the impact. I never thought hang-overs could be this nasty–the sting was unbelievably fresh, like I’m still drinking beer for seven hours.

I was pissed off with myself since my ten o-clock class is just awesome, yet I couldn’t do anything since I’m wasted like that, lying on the floor, hoping for sanity to fall from somewhere. I ate breakfast and the hangover’s still there. Goddamnit, who invented hangovers anyway?

I think I’m having my relapse over boozing. Scary shit. But really, my friends have been a good influence lately since they’re all clean-living (except the womanizing, they would always say, and it was stupid, them doing two-time shit) and they’re prohibiting me to smoke–which is why I don’t smoke anymore, or at least in front of them.

Last semester was great. It felt great, actually, since I’ve been juggling on my acads and the organization and nothing more. No Thursday nights, no hangovers, no I’ve-just-woke-up-and-I’m-slightly-kind-of-stoned mornings. Everything’s just great, I’m having the time of my life with my grades. I thought, hey, with the right influences I could study.

This semester, generally speaking, I’m sober enough (since right now I’m still incompletely sober since my brain’s been slowly adjusting to sanity and I’m in the state of recuperation, and my vision’s absolutely blurred) to assume that I’ll be doing better with my acads.

Or was I drunk-blogging again? No shit?

November 28, 2008 at 11:25 am, filed under IRLs, Life at UPLB, Slang and random. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.