Oh, what a night

It continues to amaze me, yet I'm not surprised, as to what the effects of alcohol can sometimes elicit. It starts off with a Bomb or two. You get comfy. Inhibitions lowered. Then after your 8th shot of tequila, you're walking down the street of some unknown neighborhood wandering aimlessly hoping to wear off the drunk you have created for yourself.

Alcohol is a dangerous thing. And it isn't necessarily that way for all people, but really who knows how it can affect you next time you intoxicate yourself without limits. It could be the deadliest drug known to man and you wouldn't know it until your split into two pieces on the side of the road like an unsuspecting racoon or armadillo looking for food. But you are human. You have much more sense than that, right?

It was a decent halloween party. I had my buzz, I had my fun, even though I felt unproductive...like I should have been doing something more...something to better my future. She got mad at me when my best friend lay drunken on the floor vomiting up all that he could handle. I tended to him and I got in trouble. As if the stain on the floor would matter if he lied lifeless on the cold concrete curb. But yet I still tried to reconcile, to no avail. I hope she sees it in the morning. It ate into my skin. It dug into my heart. But yet I stood with no signs of sadness or seeking sympathy.

I resorted to food. The girls were hungry and I've been trying to be a selfless person these days. The more selfless and less selfish the better life is to be. I pray. Plus, I used to be that person. I cannot be someone I am not anymore. It almost sickens me to pretend to be someone else to appease all the others. So I made them the best damn mashed potatoes I could. Even better than you...but without effort.

6:00. I should be going to sleep and waking up 3 hrs later to finish my lab report that I put off to put on this party for my one and only. But I couldn't. There was a girl missing and a woman in disarray. She didn't know it, but she had no reason to be. I care about her more than she'll ever know...more than a bed made up would prove.

I needed to drive. Multi task to take back Ashley's lab coat. Clear my mind. I had been helping Michael to look for his missing girlfriend, drunk with the discontent to no means. She'll wake up and find herself an ass. But I hope she sees her errors. I hope she will one day too. Someone made me get up and drive this eve.

I found Jackie walking with no purpose. I called her into my car and she complied. She was mad at Mike but had no reason. She was wet and smelled of rain, sweat and tears. Why, I still do not know and have no reason to ask. But she got back to the worrysome four and the police officer made his way back to his station (or maybe his patient family). I kissed my love goodnight.

I found a purpose tonight. Never give up on anything. Whether it be a dream or a purpose, the second you give up is the second you lose a chance to know what you don't know; to seek out a better means for life than just drinking away sorrows and finding fun inside of a bottle. Listen to your body and your mind. Don't be lazy to neglect it. If something's telling you to go, you had better follow it.

Things seem to fall into place, no matter how messed up the world is or the people around you. Just live your life with hope and lessen your despair, and you'll find yourself the solution to the problem.

Oh, what a night...