Learning to Drink...

Here I am at the laptop pounding down a horrible tasting screwdriver.
Here I am contemplating shots.
Here I am wondering if my roomie is still in the kitchen, and if it'll look weird that im about to smuggle a whole bottle of orange flavored vodka to my quarters.

It's a friday night and I have nothing to do.

Sometimes I feel weird just sittin here, while other people my age are socializing, drinking, having fun in general- and I'm here sweating. At times, I feel as though I am an uncomplete puzzle with that one peice missing that I will never find, - how did that firefly come into my room?