ok, so you spend the night doign whatever, and then all of the sudden there’s people blasting down your door, holding a bottle of wine. i mean, really, what can you do? its not like i got enough going on to say no, but at the same time, i don’t really want to say yes. but i end up getting really drunk, with everyone passed out at 1:30 and me with nothing but my thoughts. which in reality is a pretty scary, intimidating thing. why am i so depressed and anti-social now? i don’t know, i try to sort things out, but really, nothing seems to fit into an explination. maybe is alyson, but maybe its me, i don’t know. and the fact that i can’t even differentiate between the two kinda scares me. and i know i’ll be fine in the morning, so at least i can wallow in my self pity for tonight at least…