Journals
Saturday,Dec 10 2005, 08:53:48 PM-
My post-alcoholic activity on my 18th birthday turns out to be zorpia journal-writing. How lame is that.
Though if there was any time when I feel like writing but doesn't get the chance to do so, this is it.
Somehow I seemed to be thinking more coherently when I am drunk, and not so when I was not.
I guess, to just this reasonable extent, I cannot blame those Chinese poets for their abuse of any highly intoxicating alcohol when they are immersed in their drabbles.
To my parents -as if they have ever heard of a blog -
you know you wouldn't worry as much as you had for another daughter, four years ago, because I'll only ever get drunk in a strictly all-girls English boarding school.
Or maybe in a pub somewhere in a Calstock -with a second parental unit, who took pity on my impending 18th birthday and bought me the first yellow liquid in the smallest possible glass.
It will be just fine even if I have drank from a dozen other glasses laid across the tables. There won't be amazingly dangerous stuff floating at the bottom of any of them.
Roughly 60% Cranberry plus a slush of mulled wine plus ~30% red - is strangely satisfying.
All these slushes of juices have certainly paid off for my bladder... I need to find my way to one of the West bathrooms before it explodes.