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.
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I have lost partial control of my actions. It feels like i have become rude or something. a side effect of being drunk. I am successfully back in my apartment. I am grateful to big Joshua for bringing me up to my apartment all the way.
Also i haven't edited anything from this blog. i am standing against the wall of my apartment, listening to my breathing while i read what I type.
Alright this is me the next morning. I slept for 8 hours to be exact and I don't think i have the stereotypical headache or hangover. I don't know what to make of that.
this is beijg written by my senior.
Wai Yan- most peopel will say tht they are not drunk at this point but upon closer inspection they are quite inebriated.
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.
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I have lost partial control of my actions. It feels like i have become rude or something. a side effect of being drunk. I am successfully back in my apartment. I am grateful to big Joshua for bringing me up to my apartment all the way.
Also i haven't edited anything from this blog. i am standing against the wall of my apartment, listening to my breathing while i read what I type.
Alright this is me the next morning. I slept for 8 hours to be exact and I don't think i have the stereotypical headache or hangover. I don't know what to make of that.
this is beijg written by my senior.
Wai Yan- most peopel will say tht they are not drunk at this point but upon closer inspection they are quite inebriated.
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