party lights, i see the party lights
Fuck this weekend. I was sick for two weeks, stupid swine flu. So, when I felt better on Friday, I went out to party. I had been four weeks without any alcohol, it was about time. Frankly, I got really really drunk. Both days, Friday and Saturday. Friday was okay, nothing big happened. Well how could I know, can’t remember anything. But I think I had fun, you see, when I woke up Saturday, first thing I saw was our front door. I’m guessing I came home, opened the front door, came inside, started to took my shoes off and apparently fell asleep.
Saturday. I woke up first time at nine. Stumbled to my own room and fell back asleep. Then woke up at 4.15 P.M. I had 14 missed calls, 4 from Janina, 5 from Jesse, 3 from Leevi and two from Sami. Also one txt message from Jesse, saying to call me when I get it. So I called and it went like “hi, how are you? i’m okay, nothing big. Okay, bye.” So, Jesse was the weekend at his parent’s, so I kinda didn’t have to worry that he would somehow know about me being drunk as a skunk.
Around six p.m I was drunk, again. Everything is such a blur from ten p.m. I had no image Sunday morning what I had done last night, but thanks to all my friends I was quickly updated about everything I had done. So, around 3 am I had called to my boyfriend. He doesn’t like at all that I party so much. And actually, since I started to date him, I haven’t drink that much and haven’t been as drunk that I would lose my memory. Except for now. I wasn’t informed about our converstation on the phone, but it didn’t last long. I read my text messages from that night and there was some messages that cleared something out a bit.

Sent 03:34
you don’t own me. i can do whatever i want cause i don’t care one a bit what you think about it
Received 03:37
i know that. but you can’t go to your old ways everytime i’m out of town.
Sent 03:41
what fucking old ways?
Received 03:42
drink and party like there’s no tomorrow.
Sent 03:58
well you never know if there really even isn’t tomorrow. ugh whatever. i’m done. don’t call me, text me, anything. i kinda hate you right now.
Received 04:01
fine. let’s talk when you’re sober.
Yeah, i don’t even know why I said I kinda hate him right now, cause he didn’t say anything, but that’s just me. He’s kinda trying to chance who I am and I won’t let that happen. Around 6 am, before I went to sleep, I had texted him, telling how I don’t know if I even like him and how I still miss&love my ex boyfriend, which is true, and that he wouldn’t be such a bitch about me partying and that he wouldn’t even care. His answer was that maybe we should then take a break and that I should clear my problems. And I got soo mad about him saying I had problems, and sent him a pretty horrible message back. So now I’m not so sure if I still have boyfriend or not.
Yesterday my hangover was such a hell and I decided to get drunk again. I was almost 72 hours drunk. And yesterday was Big Brother talk show where I had tickets and of course I went there though I wasn’t feeling so good, but I said that I would be there when Toni gets eliminated and I was. And because yesterday’s drinking, I wasn’t at school today. Tomorrow I need to go or my mom won’t ever again leave me with Leevi alone.
Some people may say I have problems with drinking or that I’m some kind of alcoholic, but they’re wrong. I can stop drinking on time and I don’t have to drink every weekend, but I’m young and I do what I want. That’s just me. Say what you want, I don’t care.