zoo. booze.cold nights. warm coats. soft hands.

So, remember when I said I was going to try to take it slow in the drinking department? Well, that was an epic fail on Friday night. I got smashed. I don't know what happened. I guess the drinks I drank were stronger than I thought. And then after awhile I just thought, what the hell, I'm already drunk. I came home slurring and talking like a baby. Thanks to my friend Michelle, no boys were involved. She walked me home. I was barefoot, because I couldn't walk drunk in heels, and she held my hand all the while.

Saturday night, however, was a big success. I went to three different parties and consumed a total of one bottled beer.

It's been so cold here. At first, I loved it. But now I'm starting to get annoyed. It's getting to be too cold and too rainey.

And now, I have to go to the zoo today for a biology project. I have to observe the animals in their "natural" habitats and make recordings and answer questions. It would be fun, if it wasn't 0 degrees outside.