Drunken Tales #1

Hey.
So, last night I was feeling tired, I had been out all day, or well, it felt like that, when really I'd just gone to Kingston for a few hours. So when I came back to the flat again, I was really dreading the night, because I'd been invited to this flat-party.. I felt like I couldn't not go, because I'd told/promised one of my good friends here that I would come. So, I figured, oh, I won't drink much, it'll just be a nice social-thing, so I went.

I can now tell you that I am a fucking idiot sometimes. I went, and the not-drinking-so-much-thing, well, that did not work out. AT ALL. I came there, there were drinks everywhere, I drank, not too much, but then, then I was convinced to go out, so me and some other people headed to Putney, found a bar and drank beer. I don't even know what the hell I was thinking, I mean, I don't even like beer! It was awful, I got so fucking pissed. And here is the cherry on top; I had class at 9 AM this morning. I was still drunk when I got there, and starting to get hungover, you know that in between stage, when you can't really focus on anything, your head is pounding, your guts are screaming at you, telling you: you fucked up! It's the stage where you cannot do anything, it's the stage where you want to lay in your bed and die a little bit inside. But no, I had to go to a seminar and discuss a stupid poem that is super hard to understand, one that I can't really focus on even when I'm sober!

I am never drinking the day before a class again.

I do feel a little bit better now, thankfully. But the thing is that I drank so much I fell twice and my friends had to follow me all the way to my room. I was a drunken fool, and that is what really gets me. I hate it. I hate thinking back on stuff like that, and how incredibly stupid I can be sometimes. Even though, I know that everyone else are doing the same thing.. and no-one will remember if you puked your guts out, or peed in public...I did non of that yesterday, just to say that, but in general, people do that, some of the people I was with yesterday did, so you see what I mean.

Anyway, to get me through this miserable time I am listening to the song that describes me getting drunk perfectly, and how I feel when I wake up like I did today and have Beer Fear, which if pretty funny because I did actually drink beer last night, but yeah..
Here's the song; Last Night by Lucy Spraggan