Well, tonight, or what's left of it, has been interesting to say the least. I am seriously beginning to resent having roommate. I haven't been able to get more than a few moments of sleep because of all the knocking around going on outside of my damn room. When I did drift off, I had a nightmare. I dreamed about a bed. It was one with a really high headboard. I suppose I was having a dream about having a dream. I was laying in a bed but I couldn't breathe. Someone was choking me. I had asked my mother what the hell was going on with that bed -- I kept seeing the bed being delivered to the house. She said that Shannan's daughter was raped and choked to death in it. When I woke up, I was so freaked out that I turned both of my computer monitors on to brighten up the room (I can't sleep with a lot of lights and shit on usually...so I turn the monitors off when I go to bed). Only person I know with that name (or that sounds similar to it anyway) is my sister's shit husband and they don't have a daughter. *shrug*
I must've eventually nodded off for a good 30 minutes to an hour or so and then I woke up to a lot of god damn noise. My roommate and her friend were apparently having some god damn issues and she was throwing his shit out. I don't really give a damn what was going on out there, but she needs to not let his ass come back this time because I can't take this fucking drama. I'm not even going to ask about it.
I think I had another dream sequence right after I had fallen back to sleep that first time but I don't remember what it was. Ah well. Not much more to write about, I still need to update entries for June. I seem to have not written anything for that entire month with all the crap that was going on. I'll get around to it eventually...hopefully before I forget what all I was doing during that time.
I feel like crap on a stick. I am not EVER going to drink again. My stomach feels all fucked up. I didn't get so drunk that I couldn't remember what it was like. What's the appeal in barely being able to walk straight and throwing up all night I wonder.
For 24 years of life I have never had anything stronger than a wine cooler. And even then I haven't had one of those in 5 years. I don't know what posessed me to agree to drinking with my roommmate nad her friends. I had 5 cups of mararitas and a cup of screwdriver. I also had 3 wine coolers and we went back to the liquor store and got some strawberry daquerie and I had a cup of that. I'm very fucked up[. One of her friends broughjt back some taco bell, he works there. Is a manager of one. He didn't bring no god damn salsa but I ate a chicken and rice burrto and a taco. I fel like throwing up again. I'm in my room cause my room mate told me to go to bed so. I threw up two times or so already. I thik they are out there playng viddo games or soemthing. I'm going to bed. I have updates and stff I still need to post. I will backdate entries for last month. Oyasumi