Thursday Night Insanity

To my disappointment I was informed I made a complete ass out of myself last night. I usually try to maintain some level of respect among my peers but last night, I suppose, was the tipping point.
Once again a boring night in Athens, Ohio ended up with me consuming far too much alcohol and wasting far too much money. I made several horrible mistakes and their consequences will become more apparent to me in the future, sort of like the French Revolution. Anyway, I believe I verbally abused some poor pedestrian who pleaded with me to quit throwing bottles into the street, which, any average human would use their rational brain and decide to quit. I unfortunately told the man and these are the words the spectators told me I uttered, "lick my asshole." My what a beautiful vocabulary I possess.
Because of this embarassing experience I've spent most of the day in my house and room, deep in thought, feeling sick to my stomach for treating a fellow citizen in this way. The drinking has gotten out of hand and I believe the real problem exists not just in my own mind and body but it exists in this environment of bullshit college memories. Everyone I've met attests to the significance of your four years in college, stating, "they're the best four years of your life, so many memories," maybe this is true. I have met some great people, had some pretty interesting times but I'm confused because how can most of these people be forming memories of their college experience if they're drunk half the time.
I've decided to believe that the real experiences in this great adventure called life are still waiting to be had and that college is just a stopping point for the greater periods in our tragically short lives. Forget keggers, bar-hopping and one night only shows, give me travel, children and making a significant difference in the world.