Reading baffled's journal

It was the last day of the semester, so I was beginning to become quite emotional. I seem to be the only person of my group of friends that gets this emotional about leaving or anything for that matter. I put on the songs I played the most through previous semesters to magnify the feelings. Etienne de Crecy – Someone Like You, reminded me of fruitful days. The majority of my friends had already left. And I and two others stayed for one more night. We decided to hit the pub at 5. We played killer in pool. Who ever missed had to drink two fingers of their pint. If you potted the black you could nominate someone to down their pint. I was nominated the most.

My state of mind was sensible in till I started drinking vodka and red bull. I think I’ll steer clear from that drink from now on. One of my friends had to leave early because he had to drive his mother from the airport the following morning. We were at the night club at this point. And it was rather depressing knowing this time last year we were a group of 10. The guys who had entered into relationships had retreated from the group. I don’t tend to know of any couples who have many friends. It seems they decide they don’t need to know anyone else apart from the person they are sleeping with. I think women think of their boyfriend as their only friend and anyone who wants to spend time with him is an enemy.

I missed living in the university halls; I didn’t appreciate how good things were. It seems everything has changed. I don’t see the same face when socialize and I tend to see less people in the bars and clubs. It seems freshers take the first year seriously these days. My year certainly didn’t. I attended nearly all my lectures under the influence. Maybe people have grown up and left me behind. I have had quite a lot of sensible nights studying but I can do that for so long before it feels like a part of me is dying.

Anyway these thoughts disappeared as vodka took effect. My brain had shut down and my penis was in control I began to leave my friend to chase women. And I for some reason I had put my credit card, money, keys and ID in my friends drink. I can’t be bothered to mention the rest of the night. But I didn’t enjoy it. Unsatisfied I went home, lost my friend and my jacket. When I got back to the house he was eating food in living room. Food had become something of luxury this term. The canteen wasn’t a stones throw away anymore so I had to fend for my self. So my main food of choice was tuna.

I don’t know why I made this wager but I had been fantasying about destroying my golf clubs for many months, especially when Hollie stopped talking after I insulted her. I told my friend I could break the 9 Iron in half within 5 minutes. I thought he would have opposed such stupidity but instead he took me up on the offer. So I gave about 5 full swings at the floor and the club remained intact. My arms ached from the vibrations so I thought there wasn’t a chance of me breaking it. But after he said he knew it wouldn’t break I gave it another wallop, half of it flung off, bounced back from the floor and hit me in leg. The alcohol numbed the pain.

The taste of destruction sent me begging for more. So I began hitting the disco ball with the remains of the club. The shards of glass were hurled everywhere then I began to hit the wall, I made two small holes. My hand was bleeding from the glass so I decided to smear an offensive symbol on my stomach. I have no idea why I was doing all of this. The men in white coats should be calling soon. But my friend instead of being shocked from my behavior he joined in. He threw his drink at the wall and began smashing what ever he could get hold of. He grabbed a knife and began stabbing things. I was quite shocked to see him doing such things as he’s normally quite a laid back guy. And this week we were taught of cases involving cases of intoxication and one of them spoke of a man stabbing his friend to death for no reason. With this in mind I retreated to my room and locked the door. Not how I intended to end the term. Lets hope the landlord doesn’t pay the house a visit over the Christmas holidays.

This post was edited by baffled on Dec 19, 2005.

From the onset, I thought this was going to be yet another lame post about the ill effects of alcohol on the collegiate mind, post exams. In contradistinction, you've given me more to ponder.
You've caused me to think about the true nature of the educational system wherethen it teaches its wards the value of social interaction within the medium of alchohol as a social lubricant, emancipating the inner child of its restraints against vandalyzing the icon of the "disco era," the glitter ball.

I salute you in your quest to divorce your self of the vestitures of Western Civilization, in all its tawdry forms and fascinations.

Hoorah the 9 club for its swift, deft, decisive clearing abilities. May my wit be as smart and concise.

I'll bet that just took 5 years off my life--but GODDAMM if it wasn't worth every second

This post was edited by zen on Sep 08, 2006.