you just gotta keep on living, man. l-i-v-i-n.

so.

discovered that there were unfathomed levels to the depths of my inebriation on saturday night.

let us first recount what laura remembers.

a. failing at rice pudding with janna before the party (entirely my fault, but it was nice of her to let me make a cooking attempt while she did the real work...normally i just hang around the kitchen while she bakes eating chocolate chips and drinking soda). let it be known that at this juncture, i had four shots of jameson. and off to the party we went.

b. paella, stew, baguettes, sangria...a true spanish cornucopia, if you will(mixing metaphors? i care not). let me emphasize the sangria, as i had several glasses.

c. tequila shots (discovering that i might actually like tequila again...or i was more drunk at this point than i realized, and just didn't taste it).

d. beer chugging contest with ellen...i schooled her on the first round, but she embarrassed me the second time. then we ran out of beer.

for those of you who are concerned: yes, we will rematch.  at a later date.  worry not.

but i disgress.  the point being: i think this is where i began to go wrong.

e. steamroller. of course.

f. dance party. of course.

g. snowball fight, snow angels, subway, walk, home.

fairly successful night, in my opinion. parts were a little hazy, and i couldn't remember if i had been annoying or not, so i said my tentative apologies to my friends, the apologies were dismissed as unnecessary, and there seemed to be no worries. i offended no one, broke nothing, etc etc. i assumed i remembered the night.

cut to: speech class today.

i dig into my purse for chapstick and find half a pack of camel lights.

 hmm.

i don't smoke. and when i do (as i have been known to in the past) i most definately do not smoke camel lights. i was a menthol girl, back in the day.

so i think nothing of it, but ask suzi when she enters the room if, perhaps, someone had stored their cigarettes in my purse on the walk home (my friends are, after all, prone to using my mary poppins suitcase-esque purse to hold cigarettes, keys, cell phones, desk chairs, etc.)

this was not the case.

apparently, i bought the cigarettes and smoked them "you know, the first time we went outside."

first time, suzi? was there a first time? really?

hmm.

also, apparently i heavily flirted with a boy who has a girlfriend. which i did not know.

about the girlfriend and the flirting.

basically, there's about an hour of my life that did not record in my brain. during that time, i could have killed a man; i would have no recollection.

so i mean.

wicked sweet.

anyways.  i thought it was funny, and that it needs to be told as sort of a penance for drinking way too much.

normally, i'm not a complete lush. 

saturday was an exception.

that's all for my story.  lundstrom, get your damn shot or i will find you and inject you with spinal meningitis, and you will wish you had heeded my warning.  

because that's how much i care. 

i swear to god i have semi-intelligent things to say, but i feel like i've lost the claim on any respect one might have for my musings.

at least until tomorrow.

god knows i can't be quiet for long. 

also: if anyone can name all the quotes in my journal titles, then you should be my valentine because we are made to be together.

i base this on the assumption that i've always operated on, which is that your taste in books, movies, and music makes you compatible (or not) with me. 

seriously, if you can name em all, we're totally gonna bang, and possibly getting married (even if we gotta go to canada to do it).

also, swear to god canada's not a real country.  i mean, come on.

sorry, canadians.  i love you.  i just don't take your homeland seriously.

i leave you with three recommendations and a splash of jack handy.

book: the wind up bird chronicle.

play: the lieutenent of inishmore (blowing up cats and hacking four bodies to pieces onstage throughout the entire second act...plus three people being blinded by bullets and one shot in the head point blank with two guns...my kind of dramatic literature).

movie: boondock saints.  i watched it again yesterday.  amazing.  if you haven't seen it, slap yourself smartly in the face and then go rent it. 

or borrow it from me.

during the middle ages, probably one of the biggest mistakes was not putting on your armor because you were "just going around the corner."

p.s. rachel: if you think i'm joking, you are sorely mistaken.  do not test me; i am a woman of my word.