Posts tagged with "alcohol"

Self-Restraint: Tensility

Some peo­ple turn to pills and things
To help them through the day
To take them up or down or just
To ease the blues away
But me I real­ly want to feel
The ups and downs of life so real
Happy or sad emo­tions reign
My tears flow just the same

—Lamb, I Cry

I had been try­ing to write this for near­ly a month, but could­n’t get it down until I real­ly lis­tened to the lyrics of I Cry on the walk home past the pow­er lines. I decid­ed to split this up into two sep­a­rate entries, after real­iz­ing that I have two sim­i­lar ideas in my head, but two very dis­tinct issues. Perhaps it just took a few extra rough days of work to force me to think about this. All the things falling apart that I have to fix, respon­si­bil­i­ties, dead­lines, and tons of oth­er mis­cel­la­neous things are def­i­nite­ly mak­ing me think of ways to get the ten­sion out of my arms and shoul­ders.

Sometimes, when I come home, all I want to do is get piss drunk or mind­less­ly stoned. Maybe go reck­less­ly buy a bunch of things I don’t need, to make myself feel bet­ter for that lit­tle amount of time. Sometimes I just feel like doing some­thing irra­tional, even though I have no idea what or why, sim­ply because I believe it would get my mind of things. And yet I don’t do any of this, espe­cial­ly when I’m hav­ing a par­tic­u­lar­ly bad day, because I don’t want to be depen­dent on any­thing.

I don’t want to rely on nar­cotics, or mate­r­i­al goods, or self-muti­la­tion, or any­thing at all to make myself feel bet­ter. I want to be sure that I can han­dle things, no mat­ter what, on my own. I force myself to feel every stress­ful, mis­er­able, for­lorn emo­tion, so that I know that I can get through them.

Sometimes, every day can be a test. Music and writ­ing are the only things that I allow myself.

And some­times I have to tell myself that it’s enough.

Halloween '04

Thumbnail: Halloween Super Troopers

Last year, I went to a Halloween par­ty dressed as a Super Trooper with Aaron and Wheaties (I have only recent­ly acquired the image), and wound up being drunk out of my skull. I tried not to make the same mis­take this year, and see­ing as how I don’t real­ly drink any­more, it was­n’t much of a prob­lem.

Thumbnail: Place settings at Aaron's and Karen's

Instead, Aaron and Karen host­ed a small gath­er­ing, which I attend­ed, where home­made chick­en pot pie was served, and no one dressed in cos­tume.

Thumbnail: Halloween doughnuts with bat sprinkles

Tim Hortons is doing its sea­son­al dough­nut, which is a funky look­ing dough­nut with bat and pump­kin sprin­kles.

Thumbnail: Cheat pumpkin carving

Unfortunately, I had to miss out on a pump­kin carv­ing par­ty, due to a fair­ly stress­ful week caus­ing a lack of desire to social­ize. Trolley did the Cheat from Homestar Runner, and it turned out pret­ty well.

Hoegaarden (Who-Gar-Den)

Thumbnail: Hoegaarden

En célébra­tion of his new job, Trolley and I head­ed over to the near­est Oak to grab a pint. I had the chance to try some Hoegaarden White, and it’s one of the most inter­est­ing beers I’ve ever tast­ed. It has a unique hazy yel­low colour (which is rather obvi­ous in the pic­ture), due to the fact that it’s unfil­tered. There are lay­ers and lay­ers of cit­rus and spice, which come from corian­der and dried Curacao orange peels, that make the fin­ish more sharp than crisp. Not a beer I would gen­er­al­ly drink, but def­i­nite­ly an unique taste that any­one should try at least once. alco­hol

Some Fucking Guy

Left the par­ty after an hour. Some fuck­ing guy, as well as oth­er stuff. Aaron, Karen, Drew and I all bailed at the same time.

It’s too bad, I was hop­ing to hang out with Christine more, or even talk to Sheri, Emily, Eric, or Katrina a bit. I was expect­ing to be home past two, but instead I was home before mid­night.

I did­n’t even bring any alco­hol because I did­n’t feel like drink­ing, but after five min­utes I was steal­ing Aaron’s wine.

My Favourite Beer On Campus

I had a short dis­cus­sion with a local lawyer on intel­lec­tu­al prop­er­ty tonight. I fig­ured that it would help me be bet­ter pre­pared for any of the ideas that I’m think­ing of bring­ing to fruition. It was fair­ly infor­ma­tive, and he treat­ed me to a pitch­er at Mike’s Place after.

That’s when I learned that Mike’s Place has Double Diamond on tap. Double Diamond. On tap. At cam­pus.

Uh oh.