Have you heard? Bird is the word.

Holy shmokes.
I don't think I've partied like I did last night since.. possibly graduation.

What a flippin' gong show; a drinking game was played, secrets were shared, stupid things were done, drunken wanderings took place and there was even people throwing up.
Oh wait.. that was just me.
There was also lots of singing and shouting (singing Shots by LMFAO and shouting "Have you heard? Bird is the word! Bird, bird, bird; bird is the word...", like Peter Griffin from Family Guy), a crazy trip to Tim Hortons and we climbed all over a tank. A dirty car was licked, empty cans placed on vehicle antennas, playing at a park, and a trip to the bar, but since someone forgot their identification, even though we went back to my friend's place just to grab our identification, we didn't go in.
Ah, that would be me, again.
We were actually quite surprised in the morning after discussing what we could remember from last night's adventures that nobody called the cops on us; I'm quite sure that we were raising quite a ruckus.

I've come to the realization (again) that I should really watch how much I drink. So far, I haven't controlled my drinking at all and normally wake up the next morning hearing from my friends what things I did while being overly intoxicated. At least I've been quite lucky to have friends around who look after me and make sure I don't do anything EXTREMELY stupid. It's kind of embarrassing, though, telling people what we did, because of course our drunken meanderings would seem ridiculous to someone who wasn't there drinking as well, and most of the stories I would tell them were told to me first since I don't usually remember them.

Oh yeah, I define responsibility.

Monday`s going to be sweet. I get to drive my sister to her university and it`s going to be a blast because it`s just going to be us; no parents.
I`m discovering that my independence has been lacking since I`ve returned to living with my parents. They told me since I`m living under their roof again, they get to make the calls. So I`m feeling like a child once again.
I do like being home, though. It`s a lot more relaxing and I`m not nearly as stressed as I was. I just need to get a job.. which unfortunately isn`t very easy in this small town.

I`m thinking I`ll be going to the gym again. It`ll pass time and it`s something productive to do. It also makes me feel and look better, so that`s a plus. Those 10 pounds I gained was a slap in the face and I don`t like it. Running doesn`t feel as good as it used to, I can`t keep my faster pace comfortably anymore.

Ahhh, yeah. Life`s just full of highs and lows.

Rachel