Dear lord, I've gone and done it again...
Aug. 15th, 2003 07:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
trinityvixenOkay, the one thing about last night that was impressive to me was that I managed to have a Red Bull and vodka and still passed out dead--twice.
For those of you who don't remember or didn't feel like reading that angsty BS from yesterday, I was on a boat cruise on the Yarra last night as a part of a exchange/study abroad students party thingy. I dunno what to call it, a function. I was going to walk up to the place they said they'd guide us from, and it turned out a group of Unilodge people were going, so I went with them (not my roomie and her group, which was a nice breather). I chatted, managed to be forcefully optimistic in spite of cold weather and nothing to really say to anyone.
The night actually was turning out fine--I got an overly (and I suspect drunken) hello from a girl I barely knew from the Butler Jungai stay, and told her about scuba. I actually ran into Joel and other girl from Rutgers who both seemed really cool (way back before school started). I kept losing people, meeting up with others, and I hoped to run into them again but...
I got SHIT-FACED. AGAIN. That makes two nights since I've been here where I've been passing-out, falling-down, in need of help drunk. Good God, was I drunk. I remembered little, having jumpy memory fragmentation happening again, so that I went from talking to the Mayor in the area most like a dance floor to being outside on deck, my head on a table, my scarf returned and then I was put into a cab. I vaguely recall the Mouth asking someone else if they thought I could make it home on my own. I got in, the Americans (can't remember anyone specifically just the Mouth because of her voice, and I think Lindsey, to whom I'd loaned my scarf earlier in the evening) told the cab where to take me.
Sigh.
The long and short of it is I got wasted in front of all those people no doubt, and so their perception of me can include "doesn't hang out with us much but when does is a piss-poor slobby drunk of a person." God only knows what embarrassing things I did--besides vomiting, which I *know* I did when I came to at the table. In fact, I know it because I dry-heaved on the deck some more and my sides hurt, which seems a pretty fair indicator that I puked my guts out sometime before that. Terr-fucking-rific.
Worse, I left my bag in the cab that took me home. If I hadn't had to pay the guy for the ride, I wouldn't have my wallet or my key. As it is, I still lost my bag with my mobile phone in it, and some cash, not much thankfully. But I had to traipse around today to the Police Station after the cab company told me that I should file a lost/stolen items thingy because the chances are good that someone else in the cab after me would just have taken it. I shouldn't be mad, mostly because I think my phone had all of $7 left, so it's not like it's a huge loss, but I'm pissed at myself. I embarrassed myself to hell (I know I probably did and I'm embarrassed enough as it is without knowing what I did exactly), then I lost my phone with everyone's number in it. I'll have to track down Amy and Andreas' numbers again, along with the Mayor and whatnot. I lost Alex's number and Mytoan's, and gah! Stupid stupid stupid!
I'm going to get a new phone if mine doesn't magically appear, I just hope that I got the right number when I told the policeman my details. Maybe they'll call this weekend while I'm out getting my scuba taken care of...growl. I was sickly today, too, and just wandering around because I felt like I needed to keep moving or at least not lie down or just sit around all day or I'd stay sick. I pulled a Lloyd of a different color--meaning I didn't ditch anyone but instead threw up what I tried to eat for breakfast in my bathroom sink. Unlike him, however, I had to clean it up. I also had to go get pictures for scuba, which meant that I needed to borrow a hairdryer from our neighbors across the hall. They didn't seem too condemning, but it was awkward as all hell, cementing in my mind that I did in fact make the worst impression possible on people last night. Thank God I didn't know my phone was missing at the time I borrowed the hairdryer or I would never have been able to say I was feeling fine with a straight face (as it was, I borrowed the hairdryer, puked, cleaned up, then had to return it without shaking).
I've been walking around all afternoon since getting my pictures, trying to steady myself, still shaking a bit and feeling continually off-balance. I'm glad I got that dive medical taken care of yesterday! I would have fallen over every 10 seconds if I had to do the balance test today. It was time for some much-needed distraction, and I made for Minotaur, which was a great way to kill time, catching up on comics (ooh, Fables...*drools*), magazines, watching lots of Futurama episodes. Because I craved salt (leftover drunk urges), I wanted McDonald's, but I refused to just sit there, so I stopped in a bookstore or two.
Let me tell you something about second hand book stores: they're fun! For my homies from SMS and SHS, you'll get a big kick out of this: they had a novelization of the movie Johnny Mneumonic on a sale table--and I bought it!!! I had to to! *giggles madly* It was too funny to be believed, so I had to buy it. It's ridiculous, but I can also probably use it for my film class, which actually does want me to watch the movie. They weren't specific about the source material--it's funny, a novelization of a movie based on a short story...hehehehhe, I'm sorry, this is too funny. It's like when Tricia leant me the game based on the movie, which was too buggy to play, but was a hoot for the fact I was a psycho for that movie in like 7th grade, me and Jane. Heh. Why it seems like it was years ago when I was an immature little girl who liked this obscure science-fiction movie starring Keanu Reeves...
Ah, how times have changed...
For those of you who don't remember or didn't feel like reading that angsty BS from yesterday, I was on a boat cruise on the Yarra last night as a part of a exchange/study abroad students party thingy. I dunno what to call it, a function. I was going to walk up to the place they said they'd guide us from, and it turned out a group of Unilodge people were going, so I went with them (not my roomie and her group, which was a nice breather). I chatted, managed to be forcefully optimistic in spite of cold weather and nothing to really say to anyone.
The night actually was turning out fine--I got an overly (and I suspect drunken) hello from a girl I barely knew from the Butler Jungai stay, and told her about scuba. I actually ran into Joel and other girl from Rutgers who both seemed really cool (way back before school started). I kept losing people, meeting up with others, and I hoped to run into them again but...
I got SHIT-FACED. AGAIN. That makes two nights since I've been here where I've been passing-out, falling-down, in need of help drunk. Good God, was I drunk. I remembered little, having jumpy memory fragmentation happening again, so that I went from talking to the Mayor in the area most like a dance floor to being outside on deck, my head on a table, my scarf returned and then I was put into a cab. I vaguely recall the Mouth asking someone else if they thought I could make it home on my own. I got in, the Americans (can't remember anyone specifically just the Mouth because of her voice, and I think Lindsey, to whom I'd loaned my scarf earlier in the evening) told the cab where to take me.
Sigh.
The long and short of it is I got wasted in front of all those people no doubt, and so their perception of me can include "doesn't hang out with us much but when does is a piss-poor slobby drunk of a person." God only knows what embarrassing things I did--besides vomiting, which I *know* I did when I came to at the table. In fact, I know it because I dry-heaved on the deck some more and my sides hurt, which seems a pretty fair indicator that I puked my guts out sometime before that. Terr-fucking-rific.
Worse, I left my bag in the cab that took me home. If I hadn't had to pay the guy for the ride, I wouldn't have my wallet or my key. As it is, I still lost my bag with my mobile phone in it, and some cash, not much thankfully. But I had to traipse around today to the Police Station after the cab company told me that I should file a lost/stolen items thingy because the chances are good that someone else in the cab after me would just have taken it. I shouldn't be mad, mostly because I think my phone had all of $7 left, so it's not like it's a huge loss, but I'm pissed at myself. I embarrassed myself to hell (I know I probably did and I'm embarrassed enough as it is without knowing what I did exactly), then I lost my phone with everyone's number in it. I'll have to track down Amy and Andreas' numbers again, along with the Mayor and whatnot. I lost Alex's number and Mytoan's, and gah! Stupid stupid stupid!
I'm going to get a new phone if mine doesn't magically appear, I just hope that I got the right number when I told the policeman my details. Maybe they'll call this weekend while I'm out getting my scuba taken care of...growl. I was sickly today, too, and just wandering around because I felt like I needed to keep moving or at least not lie down or just sit around all day or I'd stay sick. I pulled a Lloyd of a different color--meaning I didn't ditch anyone but instead threw up what I tried to eat for breakfast in my bathroom sink. Unlike him, however, I had to clean it up. I also had to go get pictures for scuba, which meant that I needed to borrow a hairdryer from our neighbors across the hall. They didn't seem too condemning, but it was awkward as all hell, cementing in my mind that I did in fact make the worst impression possible on people last night. Thank God I didn't know my phone was missing at the time I borrowed the hairdryer or I would never have been able to say I was feeling fine with a straight face (as it was, I borrowed the hairdryer, puked, cleaned up, then had to return it without shaking).
I've been walking around all afternoon since getting my pictures, trying to steady myself, still shaking a bit and feeling continually off-balance. I'm glad I got that dive medical taken care of yesterday! I would have fallen over every 10 seconds if I had to do the balance test today. It was time for some much-needed distraction, and I made for Minotaur, which was a great way to kill time, catching up on comics (ooh, Fables...*drools*), magazines, watching lots of Futurama episodes. Because I craved salt (leftover drunk urges), I wanted McDonald's, but I refused to just sit there, so I stopped in a bookstore or two.
Let me tell you something about second hand book stores: they're fun! For my homies from SMS and SHS, you'll get a big kick out of this: they had a novelization of the movie Johnny Mneumonic on a sale table--and I bought it!!! I had to to! *giggles madly* It was too funny to be believed, so I had to buy it. It's ridiculous, but I can also probably use it for my film class, which actually does want me to watch the movie. They weren't specific about the source material--it's funny, a novelization of a movie based on a short story...hehehehhe, I'm sorry, this is too funny. It's like when Tricia leant me the game based on the movie, which was too buggy to play, but was a hoot for the fact I was a psycho for that movie in like 7th grade, me and Jane. Heh. Why it seems like it was years ago when I was an immature little girl who liked this obscure science-fiction movie starring Keanu Reeves...
Ah, how times have changed...
