Delightfully skeptical...I didn't drink honest!

Hello there again various readers...

This blog comes two days after my friend Andrew's 18th...overall, it was fantastic. :u).
Didn't top my 18th but still :P

Anyway enough of the smileys...this will become a small rant, but first a small story of how confused I was the day after. We (the party-goers) slept over Andrew's and, as you can expect sleep wasn't easy to get, and the sleep that was had...there wasn't much to go around for everyone -so to speak. I fell asleep a little after my return home, the next day. When I awoke, I was tired, so tired that I started questioning where I was, even though I was quiet clearly in my own house...and had been for a few hours. My sister thought it was humorous when I asked her where I was, but shortly after I was fine and dandy, and all was back to normality.

You may be thinking, 'he had too much (drink)', well you'd be wrong. I don't drink alcohol. Why? I just prefer not to, moreover I can attend a party - have fun/laughs/merriment without the need to become 'hammered'. I think, and know to be honest, that with a lot of people they feel shy and restricted from having ''MAXIMUM MERRIMENT'' if they don't drink. With me, I can just be my mad, crazy (I've been told enough...) self without having to worry about my 1) state of mind. 2) health - from drinking. The only real thing I need to worry about is falling over, from attempting some crazy dance move. I'm not boasting there, just stating how I play that game.

Anyway I will draw this to a close...I feel quite chuffed as I have just manoeuvred a fly out of my room...I detest the buzzing noise...however I know there will be more coming...oh well.

Hope you enjoyed reading this.

Callum