I get the point, Gramms

So, I've decided that this wierd "bloody-eye" thing is a message from my late grandma, who's telling me to quit drinking or she WILL make me go blind.
Thanks, Grandma, I get it.
My friends even invited me out to Liquid Dope Night at 4 Kegs tonight and I turned them down. I don't wanna try for the other eye! Besides, I've done Liquid Dope Night before and that one didn't end well either. You may start to think that I can't hold my liquor... but the name Liquid Dope should tip you off as to just how potent that shit is!
The only amusing thing about this eye mess is watching people's reactions when they talk to me for the first time - or, rather, their attempt to control their reactions. It's great. Eventually, though, I let them off the hook and bring it up myself. My stock approach so far has been to just say, "Yeah, I know I have a zombie eye. It's okay to stare." After that they usually laugh and ask how I did it. If I don't feel like going into it, I'll just say, "Hangover; it's the gift that keeps on giving." That seems to be working well. So, kids, I'm here to serve as an example, not a message. Be careful, or you'll end up looking like me!

In other news, I got my financial aid award today. That almost drove me to drink tonight. But then I remembered what I look like and I came to my senses (it's funny, I actually do forget what I look like right now. It must be such a shock to people).
Alright, I'm off to class. If I get a chance, I'll try to post a pic of my "crack eye" for your amusement (thanks to my recent discovery of mobile blogging, woohoo!).