caffiend115's Journal

After a week of non-stop partying in Stony Brook, I'm finally home and looking forward to some R&R.  It was so awesome seeing everyone again...especially the friends I made at Stony compared to half of my high school which ended up there.

It was a little strange actually.  I spent most of my weeknights hanging out with the girls I lived with my freshman year.  They were always a crazy bunch and back when I lived with them, their thirsty thursdays and wild ways were very intimidating.  We never really hung out much together or anything.  Sure, we were friends, but it was only because we lived together and shared a bathroom.  Since I stopped living with them, we talk often and whenever I'm on campus, they always make it a priority to make time to hang out...sober or not.  I actually think I talk to them more from home than I do my roommate, a girl who I've known for six years.

I don't remember Thursday and Friday night so much...maybe that's a good thing.  I was told I almost got into a fight with a girl, but I can't remember who the girl was or what she could've done to get a rise out of me.  I also fell off the wagon and smoked both of those nights.  I'm still beating myself up about that.  Moment of weakness, drunken stupidity...doesn't matter what I call it, I'm a fucking idiot.

So now I'm home, exhausted and ready to sleep with my chest really hurting me and abdominal discomfort located near my liver...oh, and a splitting headache.  What a horribly amazing week...but I don't think I have it in me to party like that again for seven days in a row...or even three days in a row.

It's good to be home.  (I'm going to be taking that statement back in a few hours once I realize being home means curfews and ZERO privacy).