Girlfriend now...

Peer pressure: this isn't a type of pressure you put on a wound such as a snake bite.

No one's pressuring me, but I feel like I have to still anyways. What do I have to do? Attend parties. Drink at parties. Tell stories about how I cannot handle a simple intake of alcohol.

But I don't want to. But I want to hang out with friends, and they all seem to go to alcoholic gatherings. I find this rather lame, to be totally honest. Why do you need to lubricate your throat with an unhealthy substance to attain stupidity?

What type of drunk am I?

A slut. That's what.

"Is that a good thing? No it's bad bitch."

I don't even attend these types of parties because their influence rubs off on me - the being drunk influence, not the type of drunk they are. Which is rather bad.

I had a whole idea for this blog last night but I can't remember most of the things I thought about before I slept last night. Sigh.

Overall - my mind set is against drinking and I cannot change it no matter how much I try. I roll my eyes at stories about vomitting because you drank to much. Or when such-and-such did a tumble dive off the roof into a pool.