I Am Never Drinking Monster Again.

I have consumed 4 and a half 16 oz cans of Monster energy drink in a 24-hour period. On the cans, it says never to drink more than 3 at once, and if you knew me in real life you'd know that I'm am a teeny-tiny person, so I probably should have consumed even less than that... But hey, I'm alive.

Well last night was utterly boring. We drank Monsters and watched MTV for like 4 hours straight, because my friend was too scared to sneak out to the park with me at 4 am. Not my idea of an exciting time. I fell asleep for about half an hour at around 5 and when I woke up to get ready for school, I legitimately wanted to die. I've never woken up feeling like my insides were that twisted before.

I basically stayed nauseas and caffinated all morning, and I brought my last can with me to school so that I'd make it through chemistry (because stoichiometry is rather dull and not my favorite activity that early in the morning) and I was about half way through it when I realized that I really hate Monster. I felt like a tweaker, because I hated the stuff, but I couldn't stop drinking it.

Eventually my friend pried the half-full can from my trembling hands and just let me ramble at high speeds about my lack of a love life at the moment and how I was proud that I didn't fail my last math quiz (which, believe me, was a Herculean achievement) and that I though it was weird that Monster is a red liquid even though you'd think it'd be green. The extreme caffination made me shake so much that my penmanship suffered and my history teacher thought I was hypothermic.

Lovely times.


Glug Glug (the sound I make when chugging the Aquafina in an attempt to detox)
Julia