welcome to my soul

I have a problem.
I am sort of afraid of alcohol.
I have actually been drunk once too, or at least quite tipsy, and enjoyed the experience, the release of inhibitions. But the idea of going to a party where everyone will be drinking just freaks me out.
Which of course isn't good, since the main recreational activity of people my age seems to be drinking. And also there is a party on Friday that seems to be all about drinking which I have to go to or people will be pissed.

And it should be a fun party too! I just... I feel so nervous about it. I don't even know why! This fear is mostly irrational. I can see getting annoyed at drunk people, because they act stupid most of the time, but nope: I fear.
I don't think I should not go, just because I am scared. I will get to see lots of my friends who I haven't had a chance to hang out with.
I just wish the party would be "lets all watch the stars, play board games, and have deep discussions about our lives and the state of the world." Not "lets all get really drunk and laugh at stupid things!"

What is my deal?
Dare I say it? HAAALP!
Do I go? Do I not go? It's not as if I can just drive myself home if I don't like it, since I don't drive and its 40 minutes away so no one would come pick me up.
Bah, I don't know. My idea to get soda for the non-drinkers was even scoffed at.

I've made the decision to come home early. Not terribly early, only about 2 weeks. Amy is coming the first of May, and she's staying for a few days, so I will probably fly out of here on the 7th or 8th, be home in time for my birthday.

It's time. I feel ready. I love Ireland, but without Mikal, it will be an awfully lonely place. My meditation plan didn't pan out here, and there are plenty of places I can take meditation classes back home (including meditative knitting!) Also, I can actually start working out when I get home. Lauren and I are going to take yoga, I can go swimming with my mommy. It'll be great!
Plus I just miss Heather. Really a lot. It's time for me to see my sister again. End of story.

So yep! When the plans are finalized more, I will let you know. I'll miss the people I met here (or maybe just Ronan and Kicki) but I hardly saw them anyway. Kicki was too busy for me, and Ronan lived too far away.
I feel good about this.

I'm a bit bummed, because it was supposed to be Ariel and Mikal day today, except Mikal isn't home yet from Adrian's, and it's already 2:00. There is also this house party that a friend of Adrian's is having. Well, sort of Mikal and Adrian and his friend. They're all co-hosting. I've been invited, and Mikal really wants me to go. I just... I don't like beer pong! I don't like drinking games! ESPECIALLY not in a room of people I don't know/am not comfortable with.
I feel sort of bad, since it'll be one of the last times to see Mikal, but at the same time, I feel really uncomfortable about it.
I won't go. I needed to justify it to myself, and I just did. Excellent. I can read, or write, or watch Caprica or something else equally as awesome. Because nerdiness >>> drinking.

I'm going to start posting icons at the bottom of my posts. Cause its fun. And I love icons.

Yeah, rag week is scary.
Everything I said about it before? Didn't compare to tonight.
Mikal and I went out to meet Adrian and his friend (The French Guy) for drinks at Monroes, but Mikal wanted a mudslide, so the two of us transferred to the living room.
An hour later (which was supposed to be 5 minutes later, but Adrian is always late) Adrian calls and says to meet at Bar 903.
Standing between us and Bar 903 is a WHOLE CRAZED HOARD OF DRUNK STUMBLING COLLEGE STUDENTS.

It is like 28 Days Later, but without all the blood. Couples make out, men pee against buildings. One girl had a weird horse head mask on.
Needless to say, we are now home, tucked into our beds. The door is locked, the window is shut, and I fully intend to stay indoors until I have to go to class.
By that time, the hoardes will be sleeping off their hangovers.

Some guy tried to kiss me. Seriously. We were standing on the street corner near 903, and this guy comes up and says something that I can't understand (Because he is drunk and has a thick accent) and i said "fine, thanks, how are you?" and then he makes a kissy face, to which I calmly reply "maybe next time" and Mikal and I hightail it home.

My throat really hurts. .>> Bed.

Yay for Rag week!! Not really.
Day 1 oddities spotted:
-two men urinating in the quad at 1:30 in the afternoon
- a group of girls drunkenly trying to get a picture with a security guard
-one man dressed as a clown
-one man in a sombrero and poncho
-all the guys here are wearing beach shorts

daily security guards spotted: 7

Oh Galway. You truely are weird. I hid in my apartment so far and finished the last of HIMYM, and caught up on Dollhouse. I need to write an article for Megatonik (which I will link to, and you all can go read it and comment so it sounds like I am a totally awesome and well-liked author.)

Also? Matt Keesler a.k.a the guy from Middleman was on this week's Dollhouse! Squee! Hot man love!

Good weekend!
The party last night turned out to be a total blast. My alcohol consumption peaked in a cosmo in one hand and a Mike's Hard cranberry lemonade in the other. Finished both, felt sort of dizzy, and then got the world's biggest stomach ache and had to lie down. Reason # 227 why Ariel doesn't really drink.
I also tried a houka. The only part about it I really cared for was how cool the smoke looked coming out of my mouth. Other than that, I wasn't very impressed.

Tuesday is going to be rather crazy. I'd forgotten I set up an appointment with the head of the Irish Studies department at 1:30, so my plans of voting before class are out the window. I technically have class at 3:25, but I don't know if I will be able to go. Voting is more important. Sorry, St. Kates. i might try and go after class, but my worry is that by the time I get home, it'll be 6, and if the lines are so huge, I might not make it in time. >> eeep! I'm also trying to figure out a way to get to Brady's election party, but I have no idea how I would get there, ect. So uggh. Why hasn't anyone invented teleports yet?

I am in a BSG mood, so I might continue on with season 3 tonight. I also started re-reading Half Blood Prince. Its so good. /sigh

Oh! And before I forget... thanks to Heather's suggestion, and Monday's episode I am officially a Claire/Elle shipper on Heroes! ^_^ I never liked Claire's flying boyfriend anyway...

( i love this type of photography )