I can understand why the fans would feel that way.

You call me grace, but I'm not graceful.

Every time alcohol has touched my lips this summer, I have woken up without memory of the night. Every time.

It probably has to do with the company. I rarely let myself go around people I barely know. Close friends? I trust them. I trust them to keep me from doing something stupid. Do they babysit me? Nah. I don't get sick, I don't cry, I don't go after boys. I just bump into walls and giggle, then eventually lay down and pass out. Normal. But it really is strange how one's comfort in a situation can totally change the outcome of the night.

The other problem is that I work 10 hours a day every day, work out, and sleep, there is no "going out" for me anymore, so I don't build up tolerance. Back at school when I drank every weekend, it took me three or four drinks to really get buzzed. Now? Two drinks and I'm ass-up in a corner somewhere. I'm tiny, so I'm a lightweight, but two drinks is a little ridiculous.

I was talking with Brooke last night and she made a good point. For lightweights, it's hard to know your limit. You have one drink, and you think, 'It's just one drink, I can have another.' But by the end of the second one you're smashed. "It's sober or drunk for us, those are the only two choices," she said. I think it's true. Kind of scary, but true. I was literally tipsy after drinking 1/3 of my first drink.

I've eaten and brushed my teeth. I can still taste it.