Well that was interesting...

Plans for the weekend: Friday - Pub for a birthday party. Saturday - Work function at a pub. Sunday - Afternoon hockey game. Sounded to me like my weekend was going to be filled with drinking (You can't go to a hockey game and not have a beer!) I was really looking forward to this weekend.

Friday was good. I had a few drinks at my friend's before we went out to the pub. When we did get to the pub it was pretty dead but it was still early so I had high hopes it would pick up. After a few drinks I went outside to have a smoke and out walks J. J is a guy that I met about a year and a half ago. He's a giant. Well, 6'6 I would say. He's a total dork also. The first time I met him I fell in love. We made out that night but it never went any further. We ran into each other all the time at the pub. Always had a great time too. So as we were walking to the dance floor, I drunkenly said, "I have a crush you." He said, "Are you kidding? I've had a crush on you since the first time I saw you doing the running man on the dance floor! I wanna take you on a date." *SWOON* Seriously! We ended up parting ways shortly after we exchanged numbers as I was with a big group and his group was leaving to another place but we text the rest of the night. I got basically no sleep but felt surprisingly ok in the morning.

Saturday I went out with everyone from work. This isn't just my friends from work, this is a work function so there are a lot of people there. I started drinking at Poo's house before the party so I was a bit tipsy by the time I got there. I should have stopped drinking when I got there but I didn't. Big mistake. I got hammered at a work function and made sure everyone knew it. So when I go into work on Tuesday, that should be interesting. Oh well though. People have done worse. I didn't flash anyone, dance on anything, fight with anyone or throw up. So it could have been a lot worse.

When I woke up this morning after a whopping 3 hours of sleep (making my grand total over 2 nights, about 5 hours) I almost immediately threw up due to the hangover. I haven't felt this bad in a long time. I gotta say, hockey games really suck balls when you're that hungover.


I'm exhausted, a little embarrassed, confused, twitter-pattered and nauseous.

You know it's a good night when you wake up covered in mustard...

Drunken adventure was the plan for the night. I would say it was a success. An expensive success but a success nonetheless. I gauge this by the fact that I woke up with mustard all over me and a sprained ankle. If that doesn't say good night, I don't know what does.

Night starts at my friend's house. I call her Poo so that is how I will refer to her here. Poo and I had a few martinis and a few shots. Played some Yahtzee, had some laughs. We got a ride down to club 1.

Club 1 was good. Had some drinks and a few shots. But because we were desperate for adventure, we moved on to Club 2. Club 2 had little promise of drunken adventure. There were literally 3 other people there. It did not stop us from having a drink and some shots though. And dancing. Pretty sure there was dancing there. This may or may not been where I sprained my ankle. There are steps leading up to the DJ booth and I'm pretty sure I fell down them. But I must not have been hurting too bad because the night had pretty much just started...although my memory is a little foggy with everything that followed after Club 2.

So next came Club 3...which I assume was followed by more drinks and more shots. Then Club 4 which had a long line up so we decided to get a hot dog. This is where the mustard comes in. Somehow I managed to get mustard all over Poo, and myself. But, we didn't let this ruin our already awesome night. Covered in mustard, we went back to Club 4 and waited in line. I don't think we were there long, and I'm pretty sure this is the point that I got loser drunk as Poo apparently ordered me a "double water."

Next stop home. I woke up insanely hungover and wondering what the fuck happened and how we got home. But we laughed at the mustard stains and my sore ankle. We joked about how we're gonna end up on The Dirty.com and be called Mustard Sluts or something ridiculous like that. And later on as I was riding along in the backseat of my parent's truck, on the way to a major hangover breakfast, I looked down and saw a little bit of mustard on my leg. I couldn't help but laugh. I laughed so hard I was crying.

A sprained ankle and mustard stains...it was a great drunken adventure with my best bud, Poo.

FWB Finally! Or maybe not!

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I'm sorry about your 3 hour long hard on...but I'm not doing anything about it

Huzzah! I'm alive. Sorry for the mini-blog-vacay but I needed a break. I know that sounds strange, but blogging about my life can sometimes be emotionally taxing. Anywho I'm back...with something to blog about for once.

Let's see...where to start. A while back (beginning of July I think) I took a week off work. During this week, I went up to my parent's summer condo with one of my best friends for the weekend. Oh the drunken tomfoolery that ensued. First of all, I went up there with a sprained ankle because of earlier
drunken tomfoolery. The weekend was great despite my sprained ankle...I did however have to wrap and ice it occasionally. We met up with some guys that were up there. They were younger but still cool. I got kinda flirty with one of them...he became my foot stool (ya know, had to keep that ankle elevated.) The boys decided to have a bonfire so on the way down the large set of cement steps to the fire pit I managed to miss a step and fall...re-spraining my already sprained ankle. This sucked! Except that it gave me an excuse to continue to use my new man-friend as a foot stool and that was nice. Eventually my ice pack got warm and my new man-friend suggested we go back to his condo to get me some ice. He piggy backed me all the way up the death stairs and back to his condo for ice. He asked "this deserves a hug ya?" Drunk Amanda replied, "Yaaaa, for sure!" So we hugged it out, and then all of a sudden we were making out. And then all of a sudden he was carrying me into the bedroom. The sex itself wasn't the greatest as far as orgasm potential but we had so much fun. Oh I totally love a good random sex night.

So that was that...as of late though, I've sort of met someone that has major boyfriend potential. We met on POF...sort of. He found me on POF and msged me, "you look familiar, how do I know you?" Turns out we have a ton of mutual friends. Anyways, we started talking on msn, he seemed really cool. We met up one night at a park to smoke a joint and I couldn't help but think about how friggin' cute he was. We talked some more and made "date" plans for a few nights later. Date night was a huge shock to me! He's a total metal head so I was really surprised to find that he's an absolute fucking gentleman. Opening car doors for me and such. Oh I was swooning, believe me. I was a little disappointed because all I got was a hug that night. Not a cuddle or a hand hold even. I really hate being a girl sometimes because my first thought when I got home was that he wasn't really interested because of the fact that he didn't try to put the moves on me but then we started talking on msn and we made a plan to go to the drive-in on the friday.

The drive-in was fucking amazing. I can't believe I've lived about 15 minutes away from it for so long and never gone! It's so neat...I can smoke and watch the movie all at the same time! We went to the 1:45am showing because he had gone to a football game earlier in the day and didn't think he'd get back into town until later. So at the movies, my mind was racing with thoughts about where I put my hand so he can try and hold it without looking really obvious and stuff. It was really really stupid. I hate dating, I hate having to think about stupid shit like that. Anyways though, I was sitting there getting really frustrated with myself because I just couldn't keep my mind on the movie and then all of a sudden he puts his arm around me and scooches over to cuddle up with me. We spent the entire movie just cuddling and laughing at the movie. He is a fantastic cuddler; he didn't just put his arm around me, he had his arm around me was rubbing my arm with his hand, and would rub my hand with free hand or push my hair out of my face. *swoon*

So we get back to my place at about 3:30ish in the morning and he asks if I want to smoke a joint, so we go up and have a beer, smoke a joint. We continue to cuddle up on the couch and throw in a movie. I got up for some reason, don't remember why and when I sat back down he kissed me. Have you ever looked at someone and thought to yourself "I bet they'd be a bad kisser and probably really bad in bed"? Well that was actually my first thought with him. Boy was I fucking wrong. He is, officially, the most amazing kisser. He uses just the tiny bit of tongue and does that sexy manly thing where they put their hand on the side of your face. So we start making out and he's blowing my fucking mind with his ability to kiss and I automatically want to strip down and fuck him. But I don't want to screw this up so in my head, I promised myself that as soon as he goes for my pants, I'm going to stop it and suggest it's getting late and that he go home. He never fucking went for my pants. We made out on my couch for like 3 hours. Finally, I was getting exhausted and I think he was too and he asked what time it was (oh about 6:45 in the morning) and he made a comment about how we're both going to be exhausted the next day. I told him he was welcome to crash with me but that I wasn't going to fuck him. He looked at my right in the eyes and said "I wasn't going to try, that's cool" so we went to bed and proceeded to make out and cuddle and sleep a tiny bit. I almost broke my promise to myself because when we really started making out I could tell he was going to be kinda rough in bed, which is a huge turn on. He'd bite my bottom lip occasionally and he'd put his hand through my hair and then slightly tug my hair to turn my head slightly. Oh man just thinking about it makes my girly parts tingle a little. I managed to stay strong though. Literally all that happened was that we made out, I felt bad that he spent almost the entire night with a huge fucking hard on and that he'd have no relief from me but he didn't seem bothered by it in the slightest.

So now I'm sitting here giddy, euphoric and swooning hard. Must stay strong. I've really wanted to have meaningful, intimate sex lately (probably from my last year and a half of slutting it up with randoms) so I'm going to wait with him. We'll see how long that lasts.

Here I am!

I'm back new and improved! Sort of. I have a pretty severely sprained ankle due to some awesome drunken shenanigans. God I love drunken shenanigans and the injuries that result from them.

So far the anti-anxiety/anti-depressants have been really helpful. I feel like I've gotten a bit better. I think the mood stabilizers have actually stabilized me a tad. Of course it's an accumulative drug so in another few weeks I'll be feeling the full effects.

I've been much more social than usual and much more spontaneous which is surprisingly awesome. I've always been the girl that writes lists and organizes all my time in a schedule so spontaneously getting my nose pierced was way out of the norm for me.

I'm also planning a trip to Europe next summer and even though it's a long ways a way, I'm beyond stoked about it!!

Yup, it's still me!

So I was playing around with different templates (because that's all I have to do on a Friday night...lame) and obviously I've taken the blog style to something a little more rad and awesome then the boring basic pink.

I added a poll, vote if you like it or not! If there is an overwhelming majority of people that don't like it, I'll change it to something else.

Kisses, Drunken Shenanigans, and Mystery Bruises

The results of New Years Eve...drunken shenanigans. Twas a superb night to say the least. We arrived at the concert at around 11 which only gave us an hour to reach the desired level of inebriation. Obviously this meant that double-fisting the booze was necessary. So, like the classy bitches we are, we walked around with two drinks each.

The second band was playing when midnight started to approach. When the band announced that it was 11:55, I found myself in the line-up to get my next round of 2 drinks. BFF1 was standing with her crush, DB was standing next to Girl Version, I found myself in the best possible place for avoiding the 5th Wheel New Years Kiss Scenario. Also, there was no fucking way I was getting out of that goddamn line up. I had already waited for 20 or so minutes and was not leaving without booze. So the countdown begins and I'm watching BFF1 and her crush out of the corner of my eye (I was excited for her!) and when the everyone yells "Happy New Year!" Bff1 ran over and kissed me. I think this goes without saying (but maybe it doesn't), I'm not the girl that kisses girls for the sake of male attention...this kiss was simply a friend kiss and I appreciated the gesture. She did end up kissing her crush on the cheek after that, he definitely blushed and grinned.

So later on in the night, BFF1's crush was super drunk and suggested tequila shots. Since we were at a hall sorta thing, the bar at this place wasn't exactly stocked and they had run out of tequila. Our shot choices were gin, rum and whiskey. Whiskey was the winner and shots ensued. Quite a few shots ensued. Shortly after the shots; drinks were dropped, Drunk Amanda fell (so many times), snowball fights broke out, and we found a pizza place that was open! We ate pizza and I'm pretty sure it's the only reason I didn't feel like dying this morning.

So there it was, my New Years Eve all summed up into a few short paragraphs. All in all, good night! However, I woke up this morning with so many fucking bruises (probably from all the falling). Both of my knees are swollen and black, I have a few huge ones on my ass, one on my hip and many many more. I hate mystery bruises!

So now I'm sitting here, deciding that I was glad I didn't ditch them. Also, it was a good last hurrah before the booze ban. Oh and I've only had 2 smokes today (leftover from last night) and they were both this morning. I'm kind of going fucking crazy right now but I'm proud of myself for staying strong all day.

HAPPY 2009!