*hugs* *is glad you didn't turn into a raging alcoholic*
Alcohol doesn't help, it just means that when you remember again you've got a killer headache to deal with as well as everything that was wrong in the first place.
Just got home. The people at my school who watched GoodDay were more "omg you're writing a book?" than "oh wow you looked like an idiot." XD
'Cept my stalker, but he was just extremely creepy about it.... and then he stole my notebook and got himself punched in the face.....
*ahem*
So, yeah, now I'm thinking about doing homework, drinking raspberry lemonade, and just lurking on all my beautiful internets.
Same here. And everyone was like "do you get a scholarship or money or something? What, no prizes? Then why in the HELL are you doing this?" when I explained it.
No one at my school has any idea what it is. And I have yet to tell them that I decided to write 50,000 words in a month I did only decide on Friday night, not helped by the fact everyone's currently in ZOMG EXAMS!!! STUDYYY!! mode.
XD He had it coming. He was like "oh, that's the notebook that you had with you there, let me see! *takes*"
And I told him to give it back, and tried to rip it out of his hands, and then he tried to read it.... If it were somebody else, I just would've stomped off and cringed waiting for their reaction to it, but since it was him I just hit him so I could take my notebook back. No matter how much physical pain I cause him, he doesn't leave me alone.....