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Kit. 19. Male. Ohioan. I'm a college student majoring in humanities. I want to be a beautiful mystery.

Formal diagnosis: Adjustment Disorder, Mood Disorder Not Otherwise Specified, Generalized Anxiety Disorder

Self diagnosis: Histrionic Personality Disorder
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Permanent Linkby coneyislandking on Mon Mar 24, 2014 2:51 pm

I went to Chicago with my floor this weekend. Because I had surgery over my actual spring break, I decided to make this my remedial spring break. We were allowed to have as many people in our rooms as we wanted, but I kicked my assigned roommates from my room so my best friend could stay with me. We had the room to ourselves except for the first night.

Since we were going to party, I brought a water bottle of vodka I had gotten the night before and took a shot or two before we went sightseeing. A woman asked me for a cigarette, and I asked her to buy us vodka. She agreed, but my supervisor was like "time to go" before we could follow her to the store. When asked who she was, I said I knew her from twitter. I have an easy time lying when I'm drunk, and it made me realize I'm a really good liar. My rule is that good liars tell the truth. It sounds like an oxymoron but if you try to apply the rule, you'll understand.

So we went sightseeing and then slipped away from the group. I was lighting a cigarette when someone asked for a light. Before he could leave, I asked him to buy us vodka. He agreed when I told him I turned 21 in two months (I'm only 19).

So we went back that night and partied. I sang for three hours straight. At one point I peed and got pee all over my shorts, so I took them off and lounged in my underwear until someone said something about it. I remember doing this, but I don't remember seeing myself with no pants. Weird.

There was a pizza party, and apparently no one was sober. I asked my RA if pepperoni was a real meat, and he said it was. I said I didn't believe him because pepperoni rhymes with bologna and bologna isn't a real meat. He said bologna was a real meat and I TORE INTO HIM LIKE NO OTHER. I called his girlfriend a butterface and said he was a liar with no morals who thought he was a good person for being in a frat when really he's just conceited. Talk about a can of worms! I apologized a few minutes later and he said we were friends.

Surprisingly, I have a good preservation of my health when I'm drunk. I was able to feel myself slipping away and decided to tell my friends I'd had enough, and then I drank water for the rest of the night, which prevented a hangover.

We went to see a ballet the next evening. I was drunk, more than I thought I was. I couldn't see where I was sitting so I found my RA and asked if I could sit there. He said no (because seats were reserved and he didn't want to cause trouble) but before he could explain himself I walked away. I was enraged! They called my name so one person could switch with me but I kept walking because I was trying to teach them a lesson about how to treat me.

During the second act I started crying because I thought I was out of vodka.

I'll tell more of this story later.

There are some mornings when the sky looks like a road.
There are some dragons who were built to have and hold.
And some machines are dropped from great heights lovingly,
and some great bellies ache with many bumblebees,
and they sting so terribly.
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