A research proposal, a less than memorable night, and thoughts on people.
June 4th 2007 04:36
Well, that research proposal I was bitching about got done.
By the end of it, I decided I was well and truly over it. I just threw in random shit, didn't bother to try and do a half decent job, just got it done and got it away from me.
And even though I know it's shit... it's done. Done and dusted.
Now... the story of my friday night. It was an Engineering Undergrad Society party... and fuck those engineers know how to throw a party. It was at a bar in town, $20 entry got you in on a $10,000 bartab. We were the first people there... and we took full advantage of it.
At first, I thought beer was the only option for the bartab, which didn't bother me, so we smashed a few of them. Then we discovered that UDL's were on the tab as well... fuck yeah, alcoholic lolly water. So we knocked back a few of them.
Then... the piece de la resistance. A bartender walks out carrying a large tray. On this tray were maybe 20 jaeger bombs. He walks up to us and says "hey guys... help yourselves". Oh my god yes.
So I get maybe 4 from the first tray... I was stoked. Then the highlight of my life: The guy walks out with another tray. We get some more... and then the glasses of redbull run out. There is still jaeger on the tray... so me and a friend just start shotting the jaeger.
My next memory of the night: It's 5.30 in the morning and I wake up because my back is spasming from the cold. I've passed out at a bus stop, I don't know where. I'm still terribly drunk. I get lost, and it takes me about an hour to walk into the city... I know I walked across a bridge, so I'm thinking it must've been the story bridge. How I got there... no ideas. An hour walk into the city, and another hour and a half walk back to uni. At some point during the walk I change from terribly drunk to terribly hung over. Worst. Walk. Ever.
Gotta love those morning after memory blanks.
Now... thoughts on people. I'm not sure exactly why I've been contemplating this, but I have nonetheless.
Before recently, I believed that people were, almost without fail, good people, and that I could basically help everyone. It sounds kind of weird, saying it like that, but that's the best words I can find to describe it. Everyone I met (especially girls) I tried to be friendly with, and if they had issues I tried to help them solve them. I also believed that deep down people were sane, at least as sane as I was.... and that any issue could be overcome.
Well... I've thought about it, and that's a load of shit. I still like to think that people in general are good, but there's a lot of evidence against that. People look out for number 1... and that's about it. I'm so very lucky to have a great group of friends, but outside of that I've stopped assuming people are good people. It kind of sucks... you know, not seeing the best in people straight away... but I think that's what's happened. Oh well.
As for solving people's issues and assuming people are sane... no. That's a load of shit, and I've realized that. I can't even work out my own issues, let alone help everyone with theirs. Of course this doesn't refer to my current friends, especially not my close friends... but that's not the issue here. I mean just people in general...
A friend of mine tried to overdose on a whole heap of drugs. I used to be her advice person... so yeah, that's why i've been thinking about this.
OK nothing I wrote above makes sense... I just needed to vent. Feel free to ignore.
By the end of it, I decided I was well and truly over it. I just threw in random shit, didn't bother to try and do a half decent job, just got it done and got it away from me.
And even though I know it's shit... it's done. Done and dusted.
Now... the story of my friday night. It was an Engineering Undergrad Society party... and fuck those engineers know how to throw a party. It was at a bar in town, $20 entry got you in on a $10,000 bartab. We were the first people there... and we took full advantage of it.
At first, I thought beer was the only option for the bartab, which didn't bother me, so we smashed a few of them. Then we discovered that UDL's were on the tab as well... fuck yeah, alcoholic lolly water. So we knocked back a few of them.
Then... the piece de la resistance. A bartender walks out carrying a large tray. On this tray were maybe 20 jaeger bombs. He walks up to us and says "hey guys... help yourselves". Oh my god yes.
So I get maybe 4 from the first tray... I was stoked. Then the highlight of my life: The guy walks out with another tray. We get some more... and then the glasses of redbull run out. There is still jaeger on the tray... so me and a friend just start shotting the jaeger.
My next memory of the night: It's 5.30 in the morning and I wake up because my back is spasming from the cold. I've passed out at a bus stop, I don't know where. I'm still terribly drunk. I get lost, and it takes me about an hour to walk into the city... I know I walked across a bridge, so I'm thinking it must've been the story bridge. How I got there... no ideas. An hour walk into the city, and another hour and a half walk back to uni. At some point during the walk I change from terribly drunk to terribly hung over. Worst. Walk. Ever.
Gotta love those morning after memory blanks.
Now... thoughts on people. I'm not sure exactly why I've been contemplating this, but I have nonetheless.
Before recently, I believed that people were, almost without fail, good people, and that I could basically help everyone. It sounds kind of weird, saying it like that, but that's the best words I can find to describe it. Everyone I met (especially girls) I tried to be friendly with, and if they had issues I tried to help them solve them. I also believed that deep down people were sane, at least as sane as I was.... and that any issue could be overcome.
Well... I've thought about it, and that's a load of shit. I still like to think that people in general are good, but there's a lot of evidence against that. People look out for number 1... and that's about it. I'm so very lucky to have a great group of friends, but outside of that I've stopped assuming people are good people. It kind of sucks... you know, not seeing the best in people straight away... but I think that's what's happened. Oh well.
As for solving people's issues and assuming people are sane... no. That's a load of shit, and I've realized that. I can't even work out my own issues, let alone help everyone with theirs. Of course this doesn't refer to my current friends, especially not my close friends... but that's not the issue here. I mean just people in general...
A friend of mine tried to overdose on a whole heap of drugs. I used to be her advice person... so yeah, that's why i've been thinking about this.
OK nothing I wrote above makes sense... I just needed to vent. Feel free to ignore.
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Comment by D. Armenta
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If I could be under 25 again, knowing what I do now, would I abuse my poor body again with drink, drugs and debauchery, as you are doing now?
Oh hell yeah. It was fun most of the time.
Would I do it now?
Can't. My body flatly refuses to accept any more abuse outside of weed and beer in comparatively small doses. Bodies are funny that way; the smell of Jaeger makes me retch.
ME! Who laid waste to more Jaeger shots than most people can fathom! Me--who swilled so many Goldschlager shots I should be shitting gold ingots for the rest of my life!
I don't miss it, but it was fun.