Partying = Alcoholism

I love the weekend. There is nothing better to do, when you want to relax from a hard week, than to party it up with your friends. When Monday comes once more I'm ready to face the new challenges of a new week. Well as ready as one can get… So my roommate started saying that I would end up as an alcoholic if I didn't stop partying every weekend. One-ish bottle of wine (that's not much) and I go out to a club and dance my ass off. I'm not drinking twice a week or three times a week. NO, once, one stupid time, just so I can forget about the school work, my upcoming assignment paper or exam, not to mention every other study thing I was supposed to do… It's nice to forget once in awhile… Sure I am little reduced Sunday morning, but what? It's not like she's sitting in her room studying, no, she's watching a movie or maybe two, hang out with her boyfriend, go downtown to window shop (I'm even with her on that one). Get it, it's normal to party or not study every minute of the day without being looked down on or talked to with a pointed finger. So guess what I'm going to do now, finish my book for my literature class, and then watch some kind of chic movie and forget about tomorrow, you should do the same…