So other than forcing myself to endure exposure therapy in the form of driving my sister's car and get my license hopefully next Wednesday, the only thing on the docket is camp, which I am thrilled about.
After vomiting for the third consecutive year on Christmas, I have vowed to kind of stop drinking very much. For Jon. I don't drink a lot in New York anymore because I am too fucking busy. But hey, I got a 3.9 this semester (3 A's, 1 A-. That's right. Suck it). Anyway, it really scared him that I was puking on Christmas. And I called him beforehand. Why? Because that's what I do when I'm drunk and gonna puke. I get scared. And he got scared, too. But I only have 5 glasses of wine or so, so I was really scared, 'cause it was weird. Anyway, it freaked him out, especially since he's used to me being able to handle myself, so I promised him I would lay off. And I have. Since that point I have had a glass of wine at dinner once and I think there's a glass of champagne in the future with my parents on New Years... not that I'm doing anything on New Years, because I'm definitely just staying in.
I have friends here at home, but I have very little drive to see them. I think this is for a few reasons: 1. missing Jon overshadows anything I might miss about them and 2. ...meh. I'm kind of indifferent about most things in California.
BUT. 11 days until ACE Camp, 13 days til back in New York, and 18 days til back with my boyfriend.
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Threw up in a Cajun restaurant x-mas eve, coulden't quite make it to the bathroom in time...fried alligator and Kettle One all over the place.
For me, it's always too much wine on Christmas. My family stresses me out, and then when it's combined with rich food... mistake.
Although this year it wasn't that it was too much as much as I was fine and then got into an argument with my mom and threw down two big glasses in front of her because I was pissed. An hour later, in my bed... third year running this has happened.
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