death o the party

i wish i could sum up my birthday in one word. I wish "drunk" would work...but it wont. Also it would help cause i drank myself utterly retarded, and at the moment (2 days later or so) it's a strain to write this.
I was drunk for 24 hours, and then i decided to cap it off with a trip to 6th street, which led to the drunkest ive ever been....which happened to be in public.
i dont really remember anything after my 5th shot i think....aside from landing on my face really hard a couple of times.
apparently i pissed myself....due to more than one reason....
I woke up with several various pains all over my body....and i was missing my shirt....but was actually in my own bed....which said to me "this isn't jail, im okay"
so i survived.
i only vomited the whole day one time....and it was before we went out, of my own volition.
Other people do that kind of drinking on a normal basis....but this was all really scary to my virgin mind. But I guess...i never have/get to drink that much again....which i really don't mind.
thanks to everyone who came and watched me at my most self-destructive. and thanks to those who carried my lifeless body on the stairs, despite dropping me on either my jaw or nose or chin or head in general.....
it reminds that even after death, people still care about you, and want your dead body to be placed someplace decent.

oh and thanks for the presents, especially the PRINCE experience.

i haven't cleaned my room since turning 21....and aside from the huge mess, and the Prince "poster", are these little tiny bugs all over the place, because ive had my window open for like 3 days, and they seem to have found shelter.i must kill them.