Demosthenes
2007-03-26, 12:17 AM
In real life, I'm a sarcastic asshole. It's not something I am by choice really, I'm a sarcastic asshole inadvertently often times. At college, I don't have too many friends. I have a few close friends whom I actually do care about. I was hanging with two of them, Stacy and Sarrah, last friday evening and saturday morning. It was fun for the most part, at least for me. We saw The Hills Have Eyes II (Boring imo) and Reign Over Me (Great imo), went to a carnival, rode rides, fun stuff for the most part. Afterwards we decided to go to Stacy's apartment and get drunk.
We get there, start drinking. Not too bad. Somewhere after my 7th or 8th shot apparently I started wrestling and got my ass kicked by Stacy. I figured things were going well. Then I get a call from my ex. From what I remember and what I've heard, I completely flipped. I ended up calling her a slut, told her that I hated her, a whole bunch of other shit I shouldn't have said. I then proceeded to have more shots of vodka, ended up hurling in the toilet, apparently passed out on the toilet, and woke up the next morning on the couch.
I didn't really feel hung over or anything in the morning. I might have still been a bit tipsy, but I was fine. We ordered pizza and ate. For some reason they both seemed really aggravated by me. Since I got back here, Stacy won't talk to me. I thought Sarrah was avoiding me as well, however she did eventually talk to me and seemed to have legitimate excuses. I had another mutual friend of mine talk to Stacy, and according to him Stacy said I am extremely disrespectful. I agree wholly. But neither of them ever seemed to mind before. According to Sarrah, Stacy is mad at me for a bunch of other reasons, but Sarrah doesn't think it's her place to tell me. It's weird to me though because Stacy has never mentioned anything to me about any of this before. I suppose I should appologize. Grav told me to write her a letter. I suppose if she doesn't talk to me tomorrow I'll write her one day-after.
High-school drama is always fun in college. Yes, I act like an arrogant, chauvinistic misogynist, but it's been well established that most of what I say is sarcastic. *sigh*...oh well.
We get there, start drinking. Not too bad. Somewhere after my 7th or 8th shot apparently I started wrestling and got my ass kicked by Stacy. I figured things were going well. Then I get a call from my ex. From what I remember and what I've heard, I completely flipped. I ended up calling her a slut, told her that I hated her, a whole bunch of other shit I shouldn't have said. I then proceeded to have more shots of vodka, ended up hurling in the toilet, apparently passed out on the toilet, and woke up the next morning on the couch.
I didn't really feel hung over or anything in the morning. I might have still been a bit tipsy, but I was fine. We ordered pizza and ate. For some reason they both seemed really aggravated by me. Since I got back here, Stacy won't talk to me. I thought Sarrah was avoiding me as well, however she did eventually talk to me and seemed to have legitimate excuses. I had another mutual friend of mine talk to Stacy, and according to him Stacy said I am extremely disrespectful. I agree wholly. But neither of them ever seemed to mind before. According to Sarrah, Stacy is mad at me for a bunch of other reasons, but Sarrah doesn't think it's her place to tell me. It's weird to me though because Stacy has never mentioned anything to me about any of this before. I suppose I should appologize. Grav told me to write her a letter. I suppose if she doesn't talk to me tomorrow I'll write her one day-after.
High-school drama is always fun in college. Yes, I act like an arrogant, chauvinistic misogynist, but it's been well established that most of what I say is sarcastic. *sigh*...oh well.