a state of limbo (or disputed consciousness)

I'm too tired to do anymore studying - my logic textbook full of really simple errors toward my stopping point is evidence of that - but I just attempted to sleep for half an hour with little success there either. Ergo...here I am.

This weekend was more of the same old things that weekends are comprised of - some variation of the three girls made their way into my life on Friday and Saturday. Friday, it was Kirstin and Sam - watched Shawshank Redemption while drinking: they both had never seen it, and when Martyn blurted out the ending (in asking Zack a question about it), pretty much gave it up for them. Whatever - serious films shouldn't be watched when alcohol is being consumed.

The entire scene was fairly deja vu for me - all I could think of was the past two years and the many movies that were nominally 2 or 3 hours long, but the actual time they took was a equation consisting of actual length (hrs.) + number of shots consumed by whomever held the remote (so usually Mark) + number of people present (me, Mark, Jon, Kim, Beth [later on])...I think it's clear where I'm taking this.

At least the film was completed in around its actual time...maybe two rewound scenes, but no pausing! (no remote either...that helped)

Saturday was everybody, started out at the girls' place, with improvised white Russians and other vodka-based mixed drinks. Blech. Given the choice between no alcohol and alcohol, I'll drink vodka, but such an extreme is rarely the case. Hence, I think I'll leave the vodka to the Nordic-types, which leaves more whiskey, tequila, rum, beer, wine...for my consumption.

Made our way down to the Viaduct club area, and started out at Degree - I had been there before, but was substantially buzzed...whereas this Saturday, the time from my last drink to actually getting there (my text message log leads me to estimate about an hour) resulted in me being completely sober. I sorta danced a little...but was fully conscious of my inability to dance. Meanwhile, two other friends, Bonnie and Gina, were at the club as well, but were just leaving for another place, Danny Doolans. I ended up leaving and heading over there in short order.

Being sober there was annoying at first, as I was legit irritated by being constantly shoved and jostled by other people going to and fro - although not reacting to strongly was in my best interests - the closest call I had involved a large gentleman wearing a sport jacket; looking up and focusing, I quickly realized this to be the likes of a bouncer, who was in the process of removing another drunk, resisting patron. Yeah, Rajan, bad idea to cross him. Fortunately as the night went on the club emptied a little - from no breathing room to pockets of actual elbow room by 3 am. My flatmate, Christine, also happened to be at that bar. It was a little odd at first, since I just kept locking eyes (and I'm sure she knew I was there as well), but we finally said hi. Ended up buying a drink for her and her friend, who was very nice - hung out with her a bit (no I don't remember her name), and I thought I had something good going - but then she wanted to go smoke; being the idiot I can be, I said I didn't. Oh well. Found Bonnie, and just chilled with her and her friends, with Christine and her friends finding their way to us later on.

So I'm still not sleepy, one bit. I'd put a movie on and go lie on my bed, but since it's 5 am, it would be inconsiderate to everyone else sleeping (lucky...) to use my speakers...and I don't really relish the idea of sitting at my desk with headphones on. Moving the computer is downright out of the question. *sigh* the travesties that comprise my life...I could always study some more...oh wait, that's making me sleepy...