It’s 6:35 in the morning, and I’m drunk. High maybe.
And also homeless.
More to come.
Entry Eight.
June 28, 2012. 12:20 AM.
Now Playing: METRIC - Help I’m Alive
Hungover texts.
Time: June 27, 3:33 PM.
From: Me
To: Dan Tran
“What’s the Subway sandwich this month and did I already ask you? Loool yesterday I got shwasted and spent $70 at fucking DENNY’S. Haha holy shit”
Denny’s: 1
Me: 0
Entry Seven.
June 14, 2012. 10:05 PM.
Now Playing: WRINGS - Some song they wrote (live at my artist showcase)
Work? Ehhh.
Drinking? Sure.
Suiting up? Alright!
Suiting up and drinking at work? Of course!
Suiting up and drinking 151 at work? HNNNNNNNGGGGGG YES YES YES.
WRINGS is catchy as shit, and I hate myself for even thinking such things.
Fuck it, I deserve another drink for being ticket bitch all night.
Entry Six.
June 12, 2012. 4:08 AM.
Now Playing: Does It Offend You, Yeah? - Epic Last Song
I can’t believe I’ve made it here
Fuck you, finals!
Drinking tonight was either a pretty bad idea or the best idea.
We’ll see come tomorrow.
Pretty night out tonight though. Weather was nice for a short two hour stroll, punctuated by lying in the grass, and all covered in a booze glaze.
I’ll see you in the AM, Geology.
I go happy knowing that you’re alright
Entry Five.
June 10, 2012. 2:38 AM.
Now Playing: Elliott Smith - Say Yes
Hm. I can’t tell if I’m drunk or high or both. I can tell that I have work at 8 in the morning and finals preparation after that. So close to done.
I can tell that the Heat beat the Celtics, and I really, really hope OKC will dominate. My favorite team against the team I dislike the most. The outcome will tell me if there is a god.
I can tell that I really appreciate spell-check.
I can tell that I’ve pretty much quit smoking. Cigarettes that is. Not for any particular reason. Well, I don’t want to say I’ve quit, but I’ve downgraded from habitual smoker to social/drunk smoker.
I might be either a little drunk or a little high, but I’m not enough of either. I wish I had more to say.
I’ve been so looking forward to finishing school, but now that I’m right there… now what? Da fuck do I do now? Maybe I should travel. Alexander Supertramp this ish. Just run for days on end, Forrest Gump style.
Haha motherfucker, my life is so empty.
I need something to do. To work towards.
Maybe I need a hobby. Or maybe I’m just fucked up.
Entry Four.
June 8, 2012. 4:51 AM.
Now Playing: Avril Lavigne - Fall to Pieces
Downtown bars. A lot of walking. I’m not nearly drunk enough.
But in the end, I paid a taxi driver an extra $15, because I was grateful. Even though he said it was okay, and I didn’t have to pay him. Am I nice or stupid?
Also, I miss you. Lots.
Entry Three.
June 7, 2012. 12:13 AM.
Now Playing: Freelance Whales - Broken Horse
Haven’t slept in two days due to a research paper. After school today, got crossfaded. And then somehow ended up at the Cheesecake Factory and $70 down. Was roused from my food coma by my mother dearest yelling at me because it’s 11:30 PM and that’s way too late for a college kid to be out! Come home now!
But boy was that food delicious.
I don’t understand why people don’t like me. Maybe I’m a jerk.
Entry Two.
June 6, 2012. 3:15 PM.
Now Playing: Kanye West - Lost in the World ft. Bon Iver
I should really rethink drinking the night before work, especially if the drinking starts at 2:30 in the morning in Davis and I have an opening shift….
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Entry One.
May 28, 2012. 12:34 AM
Now Playing: sosupersam - We Found Ourselves Lost
It is very, very difficult to get drunk off of Smirnoff Ice. But never one to back down from a challenge, I overcame. And here I am, Drunk Diary.
Now, let the record show that I am only drinking Smirnoff Ice in the first place because I have nothing else to drink here. It’s hurting my stomach, and I think that has more to do with the vastly large amounts of sugar I’m consuming than it does the amount of alcohol.
Other than a drunken weekend in San Francisco, I’ve been smoke-free for around like three weeks now (I think 20 out of 22 days).
Retail customers are the worst. I don’t even think they’re real people. How could you watch me straighten and fix up the hellhole known as the Women’s Sale Section for hours on end, and then just follow behind me and throw that shit on the ground?
The Trans have finally entered the 21st century and gotten the elusive wireless internet in their house!
Today I got enough McDonald’s for three, for me. And somehow I still have the audacity to wonder why I’m getting fat. Fat fat fat.
Going to watch Community, peace.
