The Life of an Ambivert

I am 6 pegs in and I don't think I have gotten drunk. I am aware of every single action that I am taking and I am being super conscious about it. Maybe I am drunk because i have increased my expressiveness amongst one person. But maybe the fact that I am writing about it means I haven't? But i dont know when to stop though because I keep drinking. And I dont know my exact tolerance level. So thats that. Maybe I am drunk because i dont care if my parents read this or not. Okay so maybe I am getting drunk. Usually when I am talking to myself I don't express what i am thinking physically, but I just wished I had my inhaler and made the action out loud. I think I am officially drunk at 7 pegs of whiskey. Also if my parents are reading I am under the vigilance of very friendly seniors that promised to take care of me. –· ––– ·––   ··   ·––– ··– ··· –   ··–· · · ·–··   ··· ·–·· · · ·––· –·––  –··· –·––   –· ––– ·––   ··...

I have an oral presentation in 45 minutes and I am shitting myself. The only thing that seems to calm me down is Radiohead. It's not that I am not ready or that I haven't prepared. Probably just the nerves. I have given many speeches before so this is supposed to be a piece of cake. Five minutes of speaking in front of strangers. They know I speak well, I should be using that to my advantage. But I still having this nagging feeling for some reason. I am being marked for this. The nagging feeling is that maybe I didn't choose a good enough topic. My topic isn't exactly health related, liked it's supposed to be. It has to do with morality. The speech has to either be fucking perfect or my topic doesn't work. I have gone over the speech and the presentation slides over and over. Maybe the slides are too bland. Maybe the speech isn't interesting enough for five minutes' worth of their attention. I already don't have a credible reputation to begin with...

It's been a week since I've been on my own now. I am already down with an ear infection that's left me numb and deaf in one ear. The place I''m living in has cobwebs in its kitchen closets and the same damp stink coming from every electronic application. My room is small and currently half rented by myself. I've had multiple students come and go trying to find somewhere decent to live, only to disapprove of its meager quality. Thank goodness for that, honestly. I could never bear sharing a tiny room with another human, let alone the bathroom and toilet twenty-four hours a day. My guess is that the standards of living for the general student population has increased drastically due to the inalienable demand of privacy. It suits me. I've made new acquaintances. It seems to be tradition to hold games and skits and whatnot so as to familiarize the students and introduce them to the value of having a good time in the absence of whats to come. I actually wished...