St. Patty's Day.

Mar 17, 2008 - 14:23 PM PST

Have you ever noticed how funny drunk people are? Seriously...
I live in a college town, downtown, and my house is situated on a corner that is on the route to the three major bars. During the school year, the screaming wakes me up and pisses me off, but in the summer, I don't have to wake up early, and I can enjoy the pure hilarity of drunk college kids trying to make their way home! In the summer, I sit on my roof or on the balcony, and just watch the kids tripping over bushes and slamming into telephone poles and such. Sometimes I am rewarded with a comment such as, "HEYSH GUYSH!! LOOOOOOKKK!! Theresh a girlie on the woof! LOOK! Up theresh on the WOOF! HI GIRLIE!!"
Really, these responses make my day.
But most of the time, I just sit up there on the balcony in the shadows and go unseen. Its a cool feeling, watching people and knowing that they have no idea that you're watching them.
Wow, that sounded a lot creepier than I ment. But seriously, try it sometime. Its this odd sort of freedom.
On Saturday night, I went to my best friend's house and got "tipsy" for the first time. Now, this is NOT like me. At least, its not what anyone ever would expect of me. I'm the straight-A student, I take honors classes, I'm in a gazillion activities...but I have this part of me, that is just DYING to rebel. I know, I know, everyone supposedly has that feeling...but I never did before. And suddenly its like, I wanted to get drunk! So I did. And it was actually fun! Not the part where I was dizzy, couldn't see straight, could barely walk. But the part where I knew, that this was something NO ONE would ever expect of me. I was TIPSY!! HAHA!!
So my question is...did I do this for them?
It wasn't peer pressure, I know...because no one asked me to do this...I WANTED to. Me. The good girl. I wanted to drink.
But still, the first thought that came to me after I was tipsy was..."If the could see me now."
WHAT....THE....HELL?
where does a thought like that come from?
sheesh.
when did I decide that I didn't want to be a kid anymore? I remember, I was the girl who resisted change, resisted growth.
Hell, I actually didn't own a real bra for years because I was so embarassed about having breasts.

But, when I really think about it, I know when I started wanting to rebel.

It was when my parents started suffocating me.