The moments I remember the best revolve around my consumption of too-much vodka, which is a bit bizarre considering the "Man, I was so wasted, I remember nothing!" response to a night of heavy drinking. Perhaps alcohol does nothing but clarify reality for me. I'm not exactly sure. I just know people get a whole lot less interesting in what they say but increase dramatically in how interesting they are in their actions when my blood is jam-packed with toxic sludge.

Nonetheless, returning to my original angry-frowns comment, I continue to this day to get giddily confused by how my own behaviour is so easily misconstrued by other people. To be honest, when on the tipsy-side of life, I feel as though I am very easily distracted and don't particularly pay anybody attention; spending most of my time being amazed by how dizzy I am and how exciting racing around is. However, going by the memory I am currently recalling, I am but a tease when I have alcohol in my system according to someone on that one night. And going by this memory, I can't make sense of that particular situation at all on account all I remember is sliding around on a kitchen floor in my socks and talking absolute crap through the confidence alcohol gives me. I am completely clueless as to why it is this memory is plaguing my thoughts tonight. But it seems important. Super weird.

Anyway. Besides this crap, I wish I was Abed Nadir because his attitude is the greatest thing in the entire world, Bono is pretentious and I get so much joy out of viewing other people's happiness. Adios.