WHINE and Cheese

I was the first guest to make it to the party, which means I was the drunkest guest at the party (yeSSS). At last count I was at eleven glasses. I'm assuming I was an obnoxious asshole based on my actions at the party and the drunk calls and texts I made/sent to friends and family in the wee hours of the morning (sorry, guys). I was sad that I never made it to my friend's birthday, though I did try.

The reason I drank so much was simple. I've found that I just can't function when Cal loses--especially to Stanfurd. It's like my world just ends and nothing's right. This is going to sound really lame, but I was telling my friend last night that I would much rather have my heart broken by a girl that I have strong feelings for than see Cal lose to f*ckin' Stanfurd. She laughed, ran her soft hands through my tossled hair and we proceeded to make out (totally kidding ;P). I just never feel "right" when the Bears lose and never am I more angry. Countless times I've taken out my anger on family, friends, and loved ones. Perhaps this opens a door to a new year's resolution, I don't know...