Stressed, depressed but well dressed. Wednesday, 4 days before the maths exam. Maybe I should have seen this coming or maybe it wouldn’t have mattered. But we bought tickets for a student event knowing it would be just days before the exam. I know myself, and I always cram for an exam days before, but maybe I was just hoping I could get rid of old habits. As always it didn’t work, and studying in the last minute didn’t work so well this time either, mostly because of the hangover, tiredness and womanly pains. But I still don’t regret going out Wednesday night.
Getting out of bed during the afternoon on Wednesday was not part of the plan, but nor was feeling sick during the whole morning. I got dressed and done up and when I finally finished I realized I wouldn’t even have time to go to the pre-party. So I whipped up a vodka smoothie and caught up with my friends right before we entered the dinning hall. When I met them I could instantly tell they were all buzzed, which was hilarious. Photos were taken, champagne was opened, and the room felt floaty – but that might have been more on the alcohols part. There was one person and once I saw his face I lit up, and I just knew I would not regret going out – because every minute up until we arrived I was filled with regret, and anxiety on top of that. We were seated and the appetizers were brought out, and the rest of the evening went by rather quickly at the dinning hall – accompanied with a lot of wine. We later went to someones flat to pre-party before going to the student club. When we left that place I was 100 % sure that I was drunk. Because I tried to ride a bike and fell over, leaving scars and all as proof. The night went on from there, and ended sometime after 2 am, not with the same people as it started with however. One thing I’ve learn over time, is that I won’t remember a face unless I’ve seen it before I’ve gotten drunk. Which has been unfortunate at a lot of times. The person’s face is just a blur in my memory, but surprisingly other details I do seem to remember, no matter how stupid they are. It’s just the face, the only identification. I seem to be having facial blindness when I’m drunk, or prosopagnosia as the medical term goes..
And as usual I have my eyes closed when the pictures are being taken..