dysphoria
hey, my nalgene is not broken anymore. in fact, it is now the coolest tricked out nalgene ever. i ought to name it. suggestions?
today i skipped art class and went downtown with inga and kyle and cassie and it was so nice. just because i felt so terrible this morning and then i got to see some people i love and eat delicious magical pizza and drink cherry coke. (but it wasn't as good as the generic grape soda that quenched my cottonmouth on saturday night)
so friday my dad was being a butthead and all of the weekend's plans nearly got ruined. but then it was okay. went to dinner at black bear with nathan and inga.
then saturday, got up, went to panera. ate breakfast thanks to inga's dad. dropped inga off, went to mom's to cook some ketamine, eat some mushrooms (five grams!) and hose nathan off. then on the single most horrifying drive of my life. lost in morgantown with no sense of anything and everything and my mind being crazy and everything shifting and incomprehensible and vastly significant. wow! and nathan trying to scare me by playing pink floyd's ummagumma and yelling and making faces (and believe me, it was scary)
then we finally got inga and we listened to the unicorns and ended up in fairmont and nathan melted the car and noodles the clown and jeff gordon were after us and we had to get to the mall by two o'clock or i would die. then i got to the mall, made up a lie to tell my dad. got lost in the mall bathroom. called dad and lied. spent $140 at the mall on god-knows-what including three CDs, a hat, a stuffed flower (me and kyle's love-flower) pixy-stix, noisemakers, generic barbies, etc. then kyle came and he was amazing. just, wow. when you are on shrooms, kyle hewett is the most interesting person in the world.
then to bloom's to buy some weed/sell some k/buy some shrooms. then to inga's and we all hung out and smoked up and watched "spun" (a fabulous movie) and then for a drive where we smoked some more and i showed up home ten minutes late and the highest i have ever been while at home. then got yelled at for being a stoner hippie blah blah blah
supposedly, i'm depressed again.
damn, i just thought it was drug-related dysphoria.
wow, i'm so happy. i love everything.
i'm not even being sarcastic.
today i skipped art class and went downtown with inga and kyle and cassie and it was so nice. just because i felt so terrible this morning and then i got to see some people i love and eat delicious magical pizza and drink cherry coke. (but it wasn't as good as the generic grape soda that quenched my cottonmouth on saturday night)
so friday my dad was being a butthead and all of the weekend's plans nearly got ruined. but then it was okay. went to dinner at black bear with nathan and inga.
then saturday, got up, went to panera. ate breakfast thanks to inga's dad. dropped inga off, went to mom's to cook some ketamine, eat some mushrooms (five grams!) and hose nathan off. then on the single most horrifying drive of my life. lost in morgantown with no sense of anything and everything and my mind being crazy and everything shifting and incomprehensible and vastly significant. wow! and nathan trying to scare me by playing pink floyd's ummagumma and yelling and making faces (and believe me, it was scary)
then we finally got inga and we listened to the unicorns and ended up in fairmont and nathan melted the car and noodles the clown and jeff gordon were after us and we had to get to the mall by two o'clock or i would die. then i got to the mall, made up a lie to tell my dad. got lost in the mall bathroom. called dad and lied. spent $140 at the mall on god-knows-what including three CDs, a hat, a stuffed flower (me and kyle's love-flower) pixy-stix, noisemakers, generic barbies, etc. then kyle came and he was amazing. just, wow. when you are on shrooms, kyle hewett is the most interesting person in the world.
then to bloom's to buy some weed/sell some k/buy some shrooms. then to inga's and we all hung out and smoked up and watched "spun" (a fabulous movie) and then for a drive where we smoked some more and i showed up home ten minutes late and the highest i have ever been while at home. then got yelled at for being a stoner hippie blah blah blah
supposedly, i'm depressed again.
damn, i just thought it was drug-related dysphoria.
wow, i'm so happy. i love everything.
i'm not even being sarcastic.