I know I've been really bad about upkeeping this blog. I'm sorry. First it was finals that kept me away, and then after finals I was too busy damaging my liver to remember to post something knew. So to all three of my readers, I could probably apologize to you personally considering I know all of you, but this seems much more impersonal and appropriate considering my social ineptness. I'm sorry.

I've probably said this before, but I've been drinking way more than I did when I first started drinking in high school. I would have a problem with this, except I am extremely lucky not to get hangovers. I'm always tired the morning after drinking, but that's because I don't usually get more than 3-5 hours of sleep. I like to think of it as a gift, even though secretly I'm wondering how much damage I've been doing to my liver with my binge drinking. Recently, I indulged in a mickey of Jack Daniels and a bottle of wine. An unlikely mixture, I know, but it certainly did the trick. I also became known as a badass that night. I thought everyone already knew that, but it was nice to be acknowledged as one for once. I also was told that I looked really skinny, which made me feel very good.

BUT before you all start complimenting me, you should probably know that I don't like being complimented. It makes me uncomfortable. I don't have a problem with self image or anything. In fact, I like to think I have high self esteem. But compliments have always made me uncomfortable. On New Years Eve I was in my friends bedroom with a bunch of girls telling me how pretty I was and I had to bite back the urge to yell at them. It's nice, and I'm thankful that people think that way of me, but they need to keep those compliments to themselves.