hooligans.
last night leaves me more convinced that i am in fact a college student and not an 85-year-old man. the skin underneath the toe ring i’ve been wearing since i was 12 leaves me convinced that i am indeed white and not my own breed of brown. i will hide the evidence of both and maintain my identity as an old man trapped inside the body of a little brown girl.
it wasn’t that i didn’t know my limits, i just decided to overdo it anyway. that, and i didn’t get a chance to eat cause there’s nothing in the fridge except butter. and by butter, i mean smart balance light.
i wasn’t hungover today. woke up early, beautiful weather, went for a long walk to the courtyard and did schoolwork outside for a couple hours. came back and did more work on computer. now watching game and thinking i should shower and clean my room..
but still. just because i don’t physically feel the consequences doesn’t mean i should drink that much in one sitting..or in one week, ever again. my dignity feels the consequences. i have a dignity-hangover. and i’m not about to give myself props for being sober enough to drink water and set my alarm, because i have no idea where my shoes are. or my brain cells.
yesterday i went to a carnival with a gang. next week it gets sketchier. nice young fellows.
Roy’s on final four talking. it’s 82 degrees out. and it’s G’s 21st bday. so yes, tonight i will go out again. but maybe i’ll stick to water and go to bed at a reasonable hour.
