Thanksgiving Break

Happy Belated Thanksgiving to everyone!

I don’t really have an particularly fun stories from break. My cousin got engaged. I guess that’s cool. However, all Thanksgiving really did was cement my contempt for my extended family. One cousin, the one getting married, is a fat, lazy bastard. The next cousin is probably going to live at home for the rest of his life. And the third and youngest cousin, wants to go to college, but oh my god, she is the biggest little bitch I’ve ever met. My aunt and uncle are cool I guess, even though they called my education “a waste of money.”

But enough about my extended family that I don’t usually own up to…

I was pleased that I got to hang out with my favorite every day. He even surprised me the day I got home. He also made me hot chocolate and took care of me while I was feeling sick.

That was another thing, I got ridiculously sick for break. Ear infection and some crazy nasty cold. Feeling better now though.

I think I would normally be more lighthearted in my post, except that the break ended so badly. I went to my boss’s party, and got hammered. It was a poor choice, as is eating chipotle then binge drinking patron tequila shots. Needless to say, I ended up in the bathroom. Not only was it humiliating, it was painful. I wasn’t even lucky enough to black out.

luckily, and for this my boyfriend deserves a medal, He drove me home and took care of me. Not before I fell out of my car and crawled to the grass so I could throw up on my lawn. Ah memories…

Well I requested that he stay the night with me and take care of me. He was averse to it, and said he’d walk home. I was having none of that, so I made him stay. Another poor choice on my part.

It was great to have him close by if I needed anything, but the next morning when I drove him home, my parents saw us leaving. This resulted in them being furious with me. And I had to catch a flight in an hour.

Essentially, My parents called me cruel names which I don’t think I really deserved and told me to act my age. But, I thought that’s how people behaved when they are 18, young, and stupid?

But it really upset me, that and I was hungover and tired as fuck. So on my incredibly painful flight home, I decided I needed to make a few changes in my life.

1) Take a break from drinking. Yeah, college is pretty much known for that, but it might be the memories of spewing chipotle burrito into a toilet that are driving this decision. Plus, I’ll probably drop 5 pounds. Always a perk!

2) No more drinking at home.

3) Spend more time with my parents. Apparently, I don’t spend enough time with them, or have enough free time for them to decide for us to do something.

4) No more smexing up my boyfriend at my house while my parents are upstairs and awake.
5) Be less open with my parents about my habits. The less they know, probably the better.

So those are my 5 new rules to live buy. I just want my “good girl” image back. The only people that think I’m innocent anymore are my boyfriends parents, and I love the way they treat me because of it.  Hopefully I can stick to it. That is, until my boyfriend and I head up to Quebec where we will be sleeping in the same room, skiing/snowboarding daily, and the drinking age is 18.

And talk about irony, My boyfriend turns 21 and the next week I decide to stop drinking. Perfect timing.

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