-Def Leppard, “Let’s Get Rocked”
First off I have to say that typing on a laptop with its flat keyboard is really weird when you’re used to a desktop.. On this thing, I only type like 40 words a minute, I swear [I normally type 90-100wpm]. And I’ll be damned if I haven’t accidentally set off caps lock a million times already.
Anyway, let me start out this entry for real.
First off, let me tell you now, I’ve learned my lesson as far as deciding to get drunk on a night where you’ve got work the next morning… not fun. I had fun getting drunk of course, but I didn’t think I’d get a hangover since I rarely do…
I want to explain something about how I drink. I will go for two, three, sometimes even four months without touching alcohol at all, and then I might get drunk three or four times in a week. More on that later, though. So anyway, I slept on the couch, as my parents were gone to my mother’s class reunion overnight, and I dislike sleeping upstairs when the parentals aren’t home. So, as is usually the case when I have to work, I sleep in as late as possible. I usually only allow enough time to get dressed, eat a bowl of cereal, and put my shoes on. And anyway, work is fairly flexible when it comes to being on time. One of the cooks was an hour late the other day, and they didn’t even get yelled at. Mind you, if I’m late at all, it’s only by maybe five minutes. I think the latest I clocked in, I was 8 minutes late.
Anyway, I hadn’t been feeling all that fantastic anyway, but the hangover was like…blah. I think it took a little while to hit me. It wasn’t all that horrible because one, my brother worked as well, and 2, I knew I would be able to leave early [at 1:45] because of a community band performance. Well, at about ten am, the oaf came in. Which was just what I needed.
I’ve tried being nice to him but he continues to act like he’s a godsend to the world of dishwashing, which is a far cry from what he really is. He’s more of an extra chore than a help. For one, he’s abysmally slow at putting dishes away, and when he’s washing, I have to take at least two or three dishes [being nice with the estimate] per dishrack back to him because they’re still dirty. And, when he takes out he trash, he’s usually gone for fifteen minutes, to take a smoke break among whatever else he’s doing. He just gives off this unpleasant aura.
But, with all this talk of discontent, I am not uncivil (probably not even a word) to him. As I’ve said before, he will bring himself down, I won’t have to help it along.
Anyway, my brother and I were let go even earlier than we expected, which was a miracle. We were grinning from ear to ear when we got to the car. My brother said that when the boss told us we could leave, that my eyes were smiling, but I controlled myself. I mean, I don’t want to look TOO happy that my boss is telling me to leave early, lest I give her the wrong sort of idea. Anyway, my brother and I went to the store and bought some gummy worms and sparklers, because we were going to set them [the sparklers, lol] off tonight, but my plans changed.
Anyway, we had our community band concert at 3, and we got paid. Usually we don’t get paid till the fourth of July, so it was very unexpected. Given that Id’s just gotten paid from my job, I had 100 bucks set aside to see Vanessa, so with this community band payment, I had a total of 220 bucks to take. So I could finally afford to see her. I wanted to call her and see when would be good for her, whenever that would be.
Then I got this wild idea to ask what she was doing this week. Lo and behold, it turns out that she might get a second job, and that my job is only going to get busier, so it was the best time to fit in this visit. Considering, if we didn’t get in a summer visit, I wouldn’t be able to see her until October, and pardon me if I want to see my best friend more than twice a goddam year, considering we only live a couple hours apart.
My parents didn’t like the idea of me leaving at all, even when I told them I would be coming home on Wednesday afternoon/early evening. I asked if I could use one of the suitcases, and dad suggested I use this big duffel bag we have, and that’s when he told me that ‘my days of drinking at home are over, if they find another bottle they’re dumping it’. Now, earlier I said that I might go three, four months without drinking and then get drunk three times in a single week.
If this was something I did once a month or even more frequently, then it would be a cause for concern, but I do NOT do it that often. And, I know I have an addictive personality and am therefore at a slightly higher risk of becoming addicted to alcohol, I WILL NOT LET THAT HAPPEN. I don’t know from personal exeperience, or of my friends’ experience, but I do know how badly alcohol can fuck people up. I may have an addictive personality, but trust me, I have a future that I do NOT include alcoholism in.
Sure, getting drunk feels good. It feels great, sure, but I know it’s not something I can do all time. And anyway, if I did it all the time, it’d get boring and I’d stop. But honestly. I am not an alcoholic just because I had a bottle of pucker and not even 1/4 of a small bottle of vodka in three days. Like I said, it’s not something I do often, so I really don’t see why they’re so bent out of shape.
When my dad said if they found any more they’d dump it, I was a bit offended. First off, they’re acting like I’m some fifteen year old who is getting their older friends to buy them alcohol all the time. Secondly, they’re treating the whole thing like I’m on the verge of alcohoism, and like this sort of thing is a regular occurance, which I’ve already said about 80 times in this blog alone that it DOESN’T GODDAM HAPPEN A LOT.
But then again, my parents are famous for overblowing situations. You most likely know that. I actually was just tired of feeling like I had to sneak around whenever I wanted a drink. I am 21 years old, it’s perfectly legal for me to drink in my own damn house. You know, when you just want to have A beer with your dinner? Like that. Even when I only have ONE small drink in front of tem, my parents give me the whole Addictive Personality with a Generous Helping of Alcoholism speech.
I could have easily hidden this from them, but I was tired of it. I’m not a little kid sneaking out to smoke daddy’s cigarettes, you know. Besides, they’re freaking out now but they don’t know about the other alcohol I’ve had over the past year or they’d have checked me nto rehab faster than you can say Keith Moon. Even though I am not addicted at all.
I can see how it could be addictive, but I know I can’t do this all the time. Being drunk is fun once in a while but by no means is it something I even want every day, or even month or two for that matter. I have already made the conscious choice, and I will NEVER use alcohol as an emotional crutch. I might have an addictive personality, but that just wouldn’t be who I am, using alcohol in that manner.
Anyway. Off this alcohol discussion bus. This is my stop.
So, the directions to Vanessa’s were much easier to interpret this time, seeing as I left from home and not NIACC.
We had a few drinks, and a shot, and played with some sparklers, and those things that you light and they look like snakes writhing on the ground. We watched some Def Leppard videos [all the while squealing about how hot Joe Elliot is, how Phil’s always got to show off his chest, or how cute Rick Savage is when he’s wearing glasses, or how I wish Rick Allen wore a certain black hat more often, and how I said it should be mandatory that all the members of Def Leppard go shirtless more often, etc]. I played a bit of Guitar Hero, and I needed to wind down a bit. In all actuality, even if I hadn’t gone to Vanessa’s, I’d have still wanted to write a blog entry.
It is here that I end this entry, considering it’s 2:20 in the morning and I have to drive Vanessa to work today at like ten a.m. (I almost said tomorrow, lol). I’m not even tired as much as my eyes are dry.
Anyway, tomorrow after work I want to take some pictures of Vanessa, and then we’ll probably get drunk and watch some more Def Leppard videos so I can make a bunch of drunken comments on how much I adore Rick Allen and what an inspiration he and Def Leppard as a whole have been to me lately.
Good night. Bonne nuit. Лека нощ. Laku noć. शुभ रात्रि. Buenas noches. Спокойной ночи. You get the idea. ;D
[Btw, google translate is my best language based friend, even though it’s not 100% accurate]
Okay, I’m seriously going to change into my pyjama pants and try to get some sleep now. TTFN.