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Blacking out is kind of cool

Remember when I blacked out at the club and couldn't remember shit. Today my friend told me all the crazy things I was saying while I was gone. And it scared me because it's all the things I keep to myself, like how I think I can pick up any chick. I was calling myself slick and shit. Ugh, I'm such an asshole.

Anyways, I think it's cool that even though you go unconscious when you blackout, your unconscious mind takes over and you become the voice inside your head.

Isn't that cool.

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Originally posted by FromAbove Isn't that cool.

No.

You already made a thread about being a lightweight.

Piss off, and shut the fuck up.

Sushipunk you need to go back to grad school.

Yeah maybe if you're 16.

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Originally posted by FromAbove Ugh, I'm such an asshole.

Yes.

I always thought people who claim to "black out" while doing stupid shit are only saying it so they don't have to take responsibility for the stupid shit they've done.

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Originally posted by FromAbove Sushipunk you need to go back to grad school.

I was in grad school? Damn, I must have blacked out pretty hardcore

Fuck that right off, blacking out is terrible.

I remember when I fucked my wrist up. I woke up at 5am and went to get up for a drink but pushed myself off the bed with the wrong hand and twisted it. Went through such intense pain that I almost screamed. Stumbled into the kitchen, lent on the sofa because I felt so nauseous and next thing you know I'm waking up on the floor with the sofa overturned and people running into the room to see what happened.

I must have missed the edge of the granite kitchen bench by centimetres, and then proceeded to almost black out when I tried walking.

Fuck that right off

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Originally posted by FromAbove Isn't that cool.

you drank some fruity overpriced crap and you ended up sounding like a douchebag and not remembering any of it. whoopitydoooo!!!!

try living down the potential devastation that comes with the regret of drinking too much and driving 30 miles down I95 from Providence, RI into Connetictcut and parking at a convenience store, waking up with the car running and the radio up full blast at 6:00am. pretty cool i could have killed sombody/people/myself and not been remotely aware of one fraction of a second prior to doing so.

i've woken up inside a paint locker at the bottom of a Japanese drydock on a monday moring after drinking and blacking out. walking there from clubs miles away...OFF BASE!

i lost a good friend (he didn't die, he just didn't want to be my friend anymore) after throwing a knife at him at hard as i could b/c he simply asked me to hand it to him.

all of that started after acting like a total douchebag one night drinking fruity overpriced crap. i consider myself lucky at best.

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Originally posted by Fledz Fuck that right off, blacking out is terrible. I remember when I fucked my wrist up. I woke up at 5am and went to get up for a drink but pushed myself off the bed with the wrong hand and twisted it. Went through such intense pain that I almost screamed. Stumbled into the kitchen, lent on the sofa because I felt so nauseous and next thing you know I'm waking up on the floor with the sofa overturned and people running into the room to see what happened. I must have missed the edge of the granite kitchen bench by centimetres, and then proceeded to almost black out when I tried walking. Fuck that right off

Lulz.

When I was 17 I had a bit of an episode like that.

1. Six pack of beer - CHECK
2. Most of a bottle of cheap vodka - CHECK
3. 3 cones - CHECK

Awww.

My friends were a little worried by the way I was swaying. Lol. When asked if I was ok, I declared "I'm going inside to sit on that couch". I pointed to the couch, and proceded to make my way to it. There was a sliding door with mosquito mesh in my way, but thankfully that didn't hinder me (as I walked right through it and fucked up the door). I was stumbling pretty badly by the time I reached the couch, but must have completely passed out (walking) approximately 2 metres from it, as I fell hard. I hit the back part of the couch so hard, that it flipped up (I had just face-planted onto the floor) and landed on my back.

Everyone ran it to see if I was ok, and lifted the couch off me. Apparently, I was completely unconcious with a huge smile on my face. It took them 10 mins to rouse me, and all I said was "Nooo, I just want to sleep".

Last time I blacked out was at a friend's birthday party. She wanted me to DJ and my payment was booze and drugs, so I was down. Countless shots of tequila followed by two horribly mixed vodka drinks and several beers led to me blacking out for a solid 2-3 hours. Apparently I played a really kick ass set, and passed out in the bathroom quietly. Oh yeah, and the fucking drugs never showed up. then that happened. Drugs are amazing.

Oh hell yeah, last time I blacked out I got a DUI. That was kind of cool.

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Originally posted by bas Last time I blacked out was at a friend's birthday party. She wanted me to DJ and my payment was booze and drugs, so I was down. Countless shots of tequila followed by two horribly mixed vodka drinks and several beers led to me blacking out for a solid 2-3 hours. Apparently I played a really kick ass set, and passed out in the bathroom quietly. Oh yeah, and the fucking drugs never showed up. then that happened. Drugs are amazing.

LOL!

The first time I ever tried coke was in London when I was 19, and it was a night out with all the people I'd just begun working with at this little pub in Chelsea.

So I had too much to drink

We all ended up back at my bosses place, and I'm on my knees in the bathroom puking up my guts.

He wanders in and says "Oh, you look wasted man, here have some coke, it'll sort you out".

I replied along the lines of "whatnooooo, I'm fucked up enough".

He was actually pissed at me, and was calling me an idiot. He made me blow my nose, and then have a line. Gee, for some reason I was fine after that. Weird Such a noob.

I've only blacked out twice in my whole life. Once was in Finland when I was 18:

Two bottles of cheap Chilean red wine at 2 euro each. Check.
Never drank a drop of alcohol prior to that night. Check.
About 100lbs body weight. Check
Didn't eat anything beforehand. Check.
Thought getting to a 90c sauna after I was drunk was a brilliant idea. Check.

No one wanted to drink the shitty red wine my friend and I bought, so I decided to down both bottles in a matter of two hours. I barely remember making out with pretty much everyone there (it was just a bunch of girls I knew). I get the brilliant idea to go into the sauna in the basement and convinced everyone else to go with me. I have no idea how I walked down the steps because they were those spiral steps, very steep, very narrow.

I remember going into the sauna then suddenly not feeling well. I walked out and into the cold shower and my friend Riika followed me (probably to make sure I was okay). I remember smiling at her, then looking down and the floor was very slowly coming at me. I don't remember hitting the floor. Next thing I knew I was on a bench next to the sauna where we had put our clothes and my friends were flipping out, shoving ginger ale and sugar water in my face trying to get me to drink; I was sort of fading in and out, everything felt fuzzy. I remember they were also trying to dress me. Okhu was putting on my pants when Emilia stopped her and said "Wait! Where are her panties?" I looked up at her and said very seriously: "I'm not wearing any panties" then I passed out.

I woke up the next day on a make-shift bed next to Eeva's bed. I was hungry so I walked down the hallway, which took about 30 minutes because I couldn't stand: I'd get myself upright, take a few steps, stumble and then fall. I eventually crawled into the kitchen, put my head on the table, shut my eyes because trying to focus on anything hurt like holy hell and went back to sleep. Next thing I know some of the girls were up and making breakfast. The noise was hurting my head, so I walked outside. I only got a few feet outside the door when I stumbled over a small branch and fell. I rolled over onto my back and slept there for about six hours.


I didn't drink again until I was almost 22. I became so incredibly drunk that I stole a fake tree from the bar I was at and walked home with it.


Needless to say I haven't drank much since. I've been told I'm a very happy drunk, however.

Drinking with finns is a very bad idea in general.

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Originally posted by Mr.Mystery Drinking with finns is a very bad idea in general.

Its a pity they are such great company, however.

i guess i'm pretty good at auto-pilot, because whenever i black out i just stay my regular, drunk, asshole self.

i've woken up many mornings asking people what happened the night prior, & they respond surprised, "dude, you blacked out? you seemed fine!"

i've had a few bad nights however. once i woke up in the passenger seat of my own car, parked in front of my house. woo-hoo for a few glasses of the american knock-off of absinthe. even poured it through the spoon with sugar too.

then there was prom night, where i blacked out at the afterparty at a friend's house (a solid 15-20 minute drive to home) & woke up in my own bed. there were so many goddamn people at that party, i never found out what happened. don't even know what happened to my skinny blonde bitch of a date. fuck her.

You all are doing it WRONG.

blacking out isn't just forgetting something and then waking up in your bed, hungover and in your underwear.

Blacking out is when you "wake up" and you are STILL GOING.

One minute i'm slamming a corona at 730am, the next minute i'm in handcuffs and it's 230 in the pm. memory completely wiped out, but body still going.

unless you've had THAT experience, then you're all just pussies when it comes to being alcoholics.

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Originally posted by tubularbills You all are doing it WRONG. blacking out isn't just forgetting something and then waking up in your bed, hungover and in your underwear. Blacking out is when you "wake up" and you are STILL GOING. One minute i'm slamming a corona at 730am, the next minute i'm in handcuffs and it's 230 in the pm. memory completely wiped out, but body still going. unless you've had THAT experience, then you're all just pussies when it comes to being alcoholics.

Only amateurs black out.

Acting like an alcoholic is just your way of getting attention (that, and posting your ugly face everywhere).

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Originally posted by tubularbills You all are doing it WRONG. blacking out isn't just forgetting something and then waking up in your bed, hungover and in your underwear. Blacking out is when you "wake up" and you are STILL GOING.

Chinese New Year in Shanghai 2009 I remember slamming back the vodka. After fireworks everything went black and I came back to reality mid-conversation with a friend chatting about turtles. I've always wondered what my face looked like when I snapped back into a conscious state of mind but neither of us can remember the fuzzy periods of that night

The last time I blacked out was at DEMF. Total accident (well, I guess most people don't TRY to black out). I didn't even realize how much time I lost until I checked my phone and saw the 20 or so calls I tried to make to people I haven't talked to in forever, and the nonsensical text messages I tried to send.

Luckily it was loud as hell, so hopefully nobody heard what I said, because who knows what would've come out of my mouth.

Stupid, really. Not having any memory of what happened for an hour or two is not something that I'm accustomed to, so it's a rather unsettling experience for me.

How the hell is blacking out and not remembering the whole night cool? How old are you? 13? Shit.

you overestimate age too much

i'm 23 years old and what is this.

pfft.... last weekend i woke up on a strangers back deck at 3 in the afternoon 10 km from the party i was at with no phone and no wallet and no idea how the hell i got there. oh yeah and i was still drunk, my last confirmed sighting was from my roomate who said i was doing cluster bombs at 6:30 AM

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