i'm what some would call a daydreamer

i sit during my 'study periods' and look at people's blogs or sit staring at my facebook news feed. i used to have the excitement of refreshing it every few moments, but now i have the pleasure of sitting back and watch it flash and change on it's own accord, then eagerly sit forward when someone changes their profile picture or writes something mildy amusing on another person's wall. facebook stalking. we all do it. it's human nature.   i find i know a lot more than i should about people i have never met through the wonders of facebook. i'm out and about when i'm struck with a surge of recognition with a non-descript fellow walking towards me. have i met this person in a past life? were we lovers? is this chance encounter supposed to mean something? is this my destiny?

oh wait, yeah that's right i was stalking them on facey b last night, 34 mutual friends, you know how it is. 

it's actually got to the sickening stage where i feel lost without my use of facebook during school hours when it is blocked. yeah, still at school. i actually have the priviledge of going to a fancy boarding school in the countryside. priviledge. strong word. it could be referring to the acres of beautiful land and scenery, the excellent facilities and mind-numbingly brilliant teaching staff. 

or it could refer to the truth. boarding school..is different. 

on saturday nights we get the pleasure of attending the school 'club' where all the girls get a chance to push the boobs up, stick the bums out, and show all da bois their crackin bods.. when we have made our not so significant entrance we hide in corners and slurp down the 2 glasses of wine we are given in order to attempt to get 'wasted'. doesn't usually work. spinning in the ladies toilet usually does the trick though. stumbling back onto the dance floor watching the room spin around is fun for about 2 seconds when it wears off and you realise you're at school and its 9.30pm.

i did have the novel idea of drinking extra substances on top of the 2 beverages provided, and indeed this filled the gap and i proceeded to have a cuh-razay night skankin it up on the dancefloor without a care in the world. of course, i immediately regretted it when i arrived back to my boarding house to be greeted by my housemistress holding the one peice of equipment we all fear: the breathalizer. 

turns out i was 3 times over the drink driving limit. that's pretty awkward seeing as i had approximately 3 sips of an extra beer..BADMAN WHAT?! 

that's the brilliant thing about being such a ridiculous lightweight. i can have 2 shots of vodka and i am READY2GO. 

it can be a bit of a nightmare sometimes though, i remember the first time i consumed alcohol i decided it would be necessary to down an entire bottle of white wine within the space of about 30 minutes. let's just say, i certainly was not present to welcome the new year in that night. 

it's all well and good getting your booze on on saturday nights, but one thing i dont understand is why people of our age take hardcore drugs for fun. i know i sound like an old granny with a pole shoved up her arse, but i really don't get it. for example, lately at school 'seeds' have become very popular amongst the students. from what i've gathered from various reports of students who have taken seeds, you have a short, mildy interesting high, mind numbing hallucinations, and then proceed to vomit anything you have ever ingested for hours on end. mate that sounds SICK, SET ME SOME??!!!