You know *that* person at a party?

Ya know, the one who has passed drunk and having a good time, into drunker than anyone should be and unknowingly embarrasing themselves? Most likely puking on themselves or someone else by the end of the night?

That was me last night. I can say that although I puked, it was always contained, either by the toilet, or the ice bucket that I emptied of ice and water into my lap on the leather couch, or the popcorn bucket from the stack of popcorn buckets sitting next to me. I don't remember the majority of the night, I just remember looking at DX glaring at me and saying "HEE! DX is going to KILL me tomorrow for this!" And apologizing profusely to his new girlfriend, saying how I am *so* not like this normally, and I'm really a sweet, normal girl.

And then drunk dialing InterestingBoy on the way home.

It's prolly a blessing I don't remember anything, I'm mortified by what I do remember, and what DX has told me.

Horrified. I've never ever been that drunk in my life, and will *never* be again.

Other than that, life has been...life, I guess. Nothing major, really. I've been meaning to post more often, but it seems like I just don't have the words. I'll get on finding them tho, I miss blogging.