st. patricks day= irish gathering point or an excuse to get plastered?

so i'm sitting here in my dorm in my underwear, eating dry frosted flakes and listening to coltrane. according to collegate tradition, i should be killing brain cells and my liver. but i am not. the worst part: I"M IRISH!! AND GERMAN!! its practically coded in my DNA to love alcohol.

i love the taste of beer and wine but i don't like getting drunk. i hate the loss of control in the eyes of those i distance myself from normally.

i wasn't really invited to anything though, so tis all good. i would have said no anyways...my friends here at western aren't the drinking boozing type.


its sortof a college thing to shut off your head in the way of drunkeness. i dont' really know for sure, but i think that people don't like to think anymore...or that it helps them be more confident. it makes me sad that we live in a place in our souls where we can't just feel certain in the fact that for good or bad who we are is good enough for the rest of the world, or good enough even for ourselves.