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Sitting in this train on the way to spend a nice weekend with my family unable to decipher exactly what I feel; excitement to have a nice home cooked meal dominates everything else obviously but rather I need to acknowledge the overwhelming sense euphoria I am soaked in. 

12 hours ago, I was prancing around, shaking my booty feeling so bloody hyped from the excessive amount of alcohol and of the energy of my mates who are a proper fun lot. But what is a night without a little drama init 😉 I found myself caught in a situation without a way out of it but at the peak of my night I was convinced that I was truly supervidya and I put my herosuit and was leading the pack!!!! right of course I’m kidding, I did however walk up and down the club trailing behind the girls, throwing comments and insults here and there, you know to let ‘me know where my loyalties lie. 

Fastforward to the after party at everybody’s favorite late night spot: tinseltown, I found myself attempting to stick the fries in my mouth and not my nostrils, gross but the usual drunks will be able to relate. Also being the undeclared queen of take-away, I took the damn fries home as any broke college student would to make it my morning after meal. 

At this point I am too-many-drinks drunk and I stumble into my bed, not that I can remember much of it, I did the nastiest nasty by puking and without having enough time to grab my saviour-bag well let me spare the gross deets. I woke up and almost instantaneously i knew I had to get my shit together, ok maybe waking up to the smell of my puke was my back to reality indicator. 

I am rather proud of myself for handling my careless adulthood endeavors quite well, cleaning up after myself trying not to make an even nastier mess is a true indicator of my progress to becoming a constructive memeber of society where millennials rule. Looking back at the past 24 hours, I can only rejoice in my poor choices that have led to good table conversations. Every attempt at being in control was rejected with my own silliness, from drunk texting T and giving him a glimpse into my thoughts fueled by a heart full of love, to helping a fallen friend and falling straight after. My over enthusiastic self will be quite alright. And as I learn to do more boring chores and clean up after myself, I will gladly take my freedom with whatever costs attached to it 

viddy 

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