Thursday, March 24
Dear Journal,
Kenny's birthday was on Tuesday. He told us he was skipping school and invited us to go with him. Stan and Cartman went, but I couldn't go because I had two tests that day and I didn't want to miss them. I wish I could've gone, though, because school was really boring without them there. At lunch, no one I usually sit with was there, so I had to sit with Butters. Jesus Christ, he talks about the most random shit. He talked about his new cat for thirty minutes! I didn't feel like paying attention, so I just kinda sat there, nodded my head, and pretended like I was listening. Truthfully, I was just thinking about seeing my friends. I hope they had fun. They said they didn't do much, just went to the arcade and goofed off for a few hours. But still, I was so glad when the school day was over. When I went over to Kenny's house, the guys were all there in the living room, and Kenny said he had gotten something awesome. I asked what it was, and he pulled out a bottle of liquor. He said he stole it from his dad. I was surprised to say the least; not only had Kenny stolen from his dad, but he had stolen alcohol, and I know we're way too young to start drinking. However, Kenny said he really wanted to celebrate his birthday, and he wanted us all to take part if we could. I wasn't sure about it because I was afraid that when I came home, my mom would know what I did (she knows everything, no matter how hard I try to hide it). Kenny said I could just have a little bit, and she wouldn't be able to tell the difference. I reluctantly agreed, and that's when I tried alcohol for the first time.
I never thought one drink could taste so horrible. I guess when someone's drunk off his ass, he doesn't give a shit about the taste. I only had a little bit, though I wish I could say the same about the guys. Stan, Kenny, and Cartman collectively drank the rest of the bottle. Stan is really weird when he's drunk. He kept clinging on to me, saying he was "sorry for all the lies". He kept saying how much he cared about me and how he didn't want to ruin our friendship. I had no idea what he was talking about; I don't know if it really means anything or if he was just saying random things. Kenny was even worse, though. He started running around the house, singing "Happy Birthday" as loud as he could. He fell down somewhere as he was running and hit his head pretty badly. Cartman didn't get as drunk as Stan and Kenny (you know, since he's such a fatass, all that alcohol didn't affect him as much), but he was still pretty bad too. He talked a lot, insulting us even worse than usual, cursing in every other word. Then he barfed all over Kenny's couch, called it a cock-sucking whore and threatened to kill it. I think Stan and Kenny might've thrown up too, if I'm not mistaken, but I think they managed to go outside and do it. Lucky me, I didn't have enough to have the effects they did. I felt a little different than normal, but for the most part I was okay. After witnessing my friends' experience, I don't think I want to drink more than I did that night. I came home later, and my mom never did find out what I did, thank God. I tried to avoid talking to her so she wouldn't ask any questions, and it seemed to work out pretty nicely.
The next day, all the guys came to school with huge hangovers, which I thought was pretty funny. They kept saying they never wanted to get drunk again, but by the end of the day Kenny had already planned to have us over again sometime soon. That figures. Well, as long as none of us develops a drinking problem, I think it'll be all right. Maybe after a while, I'll finally get used to the whole situation, and I'll be able to drink as much as everybody else.
I doubt it, though.