mad monks made me tipsy

i think i'm tipsy.

i'm not quite sure how i'm supposed to feel, but all i know is that my body is swaying subconsciously from side to side. my mind is still working but my body's not paying any attention!

dressed up all pretty-pretty. met sarah in town. had free chocolate ice blended at coffee bean, courtesy of her. talked quite a bit. was still trying to make up my mind regarding mm. after a thorough consultation, i decided to call and tell the truth. i felt uneasy. i had no idea why. i just did. i couldn't even explain it. i knew i had made a promise, but at that moment i felt i could not go through with it.

joe was pissed. i expected that. i changed my mind 4 times! if someone did that to me, i'd be hella pissed too.

finally, i decided to drop by and pay them a visit. i could hear the sweetie pie's voice in the background. haha.. sarah's parents came to pick her up and she had to go. after a very long time sitting (waiting for the right songs to start dancing to) and observing the incredibly underaged crowd on the empty dancefloor, enlightenment beckoned.

being in a gay club only served to confirm my sexual preference. seriously, you all don't have to worry about me. i love guys too much to turn gay. goodnessgraciousme, there was ALOT of lesbian lovin' going on. there were also alot of tweens trying hard to act cool, act older and dance.

they failed. at EVERYTHING.

whatever wriggling, prancing, "grinding" +'hop+skip+jump'ing that they supposedly call dancing, was wasted on me. i had to struggle with my brain to force myself not to point and laugh. haha..

i saw G in the toilet. a little flushed and sweaty and for the first time, less glam than me! *points and laughs* she looked surprised to see my reflection in the toilet mirror, but i just washed my hands and sashayed outta there :)

darling, you'd be so proud of me! i requested our hot favourites; lil' jon's 'get low' and petey pablo's 'freek-a-leek'. guess what? it was played instantly. no kidding. of course my normal reaction was to start jumping around (sneakers ROCK!), much to the horror of everybody within a 1 metre radius :) had tons of fun teasing him about M and dancing with him. we were competing to see who was sexier. haha.. i think we both won a few rounds each.

i daintily sipped my baileys- which i know is meant to be downed in one shot- much to the disdain+embarrassment of everyone. had a tequila shot. and some more.

oh yeah, turned down the offer to have supper. i'm not a supper person. and i had a feeling i was gone wayy before the supper offer anyway.

i don't know if i'm drunk or high or both. but i think i am. in the cab home, i was singing LOUDLY, along to the songs playing on the radio. i think the taxi driver got a bit freaked out when i hit the high notes. he kept turning his head back to look at me weirdly.

i couldn't seem to stand still while trying to ring the doorbell. i did this sort of square dance thingy. tried to test myself by attempting the walking-straight-self-examination thingy and i think i did okay. when i got into the house, taking off my sneakers became really difficult. i skidded across the floor, proceeded to giggle madly and then fell flat on my back. much to the hush-ing and shh-ing of my mother.

i apologise for my not so eloquent non-eloquentness. i think i should sleep. i think i'm unsober.

ha ha ha.

damn it. i keep forgetting what i wanted to say. oh yeah.. I HAD FUN.. as you can probably tell.