after the fact
Jan. 1st, 2005 12:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sureiIt's a new year. It doesn't feel like it, except that I can stomach champagne better than last time. I still don't like it, though.
At this point, I begin to look forward to two things: the return to Pomona, and the coming of the next birthday I'll bake for. And then there's my birthday too: technically less than a quarter of a year before I turn nineteen, even if only for a few days. I'm kind of surprised, actually, because my eighteenth birthday I didn't appreciate at all - that was mostly because I didn't want to get dumped into the fountain, and so there was no real celebration because I hadn't told anyone. At this point my pessimistic side wants to doubt whether there'd be any even if I had, but I'm determined not to fall into the dumps right now.
I've had more alcohol tonight than I have had at any one time since I was three (which was about half a bottle of beer): a sip of cider, and three swallows of champagne. In all the times between, it's only been a single sip, or just a splash - and liquer doesn't count, because for one, I have no idea how much that was, and for another, it was always part of a desert. So there. I can understand why some people like it, since I don't dislike it, but I still don't get why anyone would try to get drunk on something they don't like, or do shots when they know it will make them choke and cough. It really doesn't make sense: if you want to get drunk, do it on stuff that tastes good. Really.
Hopefully this time next year I'll be in Japan. We'll see.
At this point, I begin to look forward to two things: the return to Pomona, and the coming of the next birthday I'll bake for. And then there's my birthday too: technically less than a quarter of a year before I turn nineteen, even if only for a few days. I'm kind of surprised, actually, because my eighteenth birthday I didn't appreciate at all - that was mostly because I didn't want to get dumped into the fountain, and so there was no real celebration because I hadn't told anyone. At this point my pessimistic side wants to doubt whether there'd be any even if I had, but I'm determined not to fall into the dumps right now.
I've had more alcohol tonight than I have had at any one time since I was three (which was about half a bottle of beer): a sip of cider, and three swallows of champagne. In all the times between, it's only been a single sip, or just a splash - and liquer doesn't count, because for one, I have no idea how much that was, and for another, it was always part of a desert. So there. I can understand why some people like it, since I don't dislike it, but I still don't get why anyone would try to get drunk on something they don't like, or do shots when they know it will make them choke and cough. It really doesn't make sense: if you want to get drunk, do it on stuff that tastes good. Really.
Hopefully this time next year I'll be in Japan. We'll see.