sake bombs, and a grass cannon
Seriously, every time I try to write this blog, something goes wrong and it gets deleted. Anyways, I am procrastinating. It is almost midnight and I need to have read the communist manifesto (or at least have spark noted it) and write a paper and do yet more reading for tomorrow. How do I get myself into these kinds of messes? Anyways I guess I will start with spring break. Ok here was spring break-- me hitting my first bowl (aptly named grass cannon, I have found that it is worlds easier to get women folk to hang out at your house when there is grass involved). That’s right, I took a huge step into the world of weed. I don't think that it was for the best. I have been in a marijuana haze since then, in fact I think this is the first day in a really long while since I have been entirely sober. I need to take a break from this shit. I am lethargic, I am not eating right, and I am sleeping too late. This isn’t working. As soon as I am done with the 25 that I bought before I came back- I think it is it till summer. Maybe on a special occasion. I’ve quit before, it isn't so hard, but shit can get boring in purchaseland. I still have 5 killians waiting for me at the apartment, which I really should pick up sometime; they are in great danger of being consumed by someone who is not I. i also went to a bar for st. patricks day. I got really drunk and found a random cab home luckily. I really do have a lot of work to do. I only listed work that is due tomorrow, I have even more work due Tuesday, and a test I reallllly need to do well on. Tuesday night stone and tom and I hopped the metro north down to Manhattan and made out way to the NYU campus area. We hit up a little sushi place and met with some mutual acquaintances of tom and stone's, we ordered a round of beers and two bottles of sake to start. Sake bombing is fun but deceivingly dangerous. You drop a shot of sake into the Sapporo and down the whole beer. The warm sake kills a lot of the carbonation, making it easier to pound back, so the whole malty concoction goes down real easy. The fact that it's warm means that it diffuses into your system even faster. In short- sake bombs fuck you up. I managed to do about five. The downside is that you are mixing beer and wine, which is an unsettling thing to have sloshing around in your stomach. After a few more rounds we paid our bill and left to go find shisha and coals for stone's hookah. We came across a smoke shop in our drunken stupor. I bought the shisha (banana) and stone bought the coals. We didn't bother to look at them. On our trek to grand central, we all felt the incredible urge to piss, however all of the bathrooms were closed. It was terrible, but there was a bathroom on the metro north up to Bronxville. What a relief that was. I was also feeling really nauseous; I ate crackers and drank water to assuage this terrible feeling. We eventually got back to stones house to fire up the hookah and chill out. That is until we look at the coals. To our dismay they were hunks of coal, coals that don't self ignite. So we, in our drunken stupor were duped by some fine upstanding ragheads who said this was the 'finest coals'. It was a zip lock bag with rocks in it basically. But we decided to work with it-- by holding them with our bare hands and trying to light them with lighters. We eventually got it to work but went out fairly quickly. Sigh.
This weekend was interesting. Friday night I end up going on a massive beer/wine/liquor/shampoo/ cigarette run. Literally the entire trunk was filled with things underage college students shouldn't have, except for the shampoo. And the cigarettes. Anyways, it was tom's birthday/will's going away party (kidney stones suck rat assholes). Party didn't erupt into any kind of Greek orgy; in fact it never took off at all. I did more walking Friday night than partying, so to compensate I did as much speed drinking and pot smoking as possible. I got twisted. I ended up at a ghetto party getting 'crunk' but it wasn't very chill. I kept my ears open however for any information. I overheard that there was a fellow that could get 'anything' I tracked him down and very privately asked him if I could buy shrooms. He had none but he knew people. So I decided I would find Kenny the next day to call this guy so this guy could call some other guys. Sketchy, I know. I departed and headed over to the lauded jazz party. I smoked a bowl with cas and returned. It was then this random femme who got alcohol for us previously in the day starts to dance with me. I have never danced to jazz. And I can't dance when I am fucked up. But I sure as hell tried. That didn’t work very well so I think I scared her off. I went home that night alone, again. I slept and I slept and I woke up around two. I tried desperately to work this shrooms connection. However Kenny disappeared, I took a trip over to this guy's apartment to get his number, but he wasn't around, I did get his number. I called, we talked, and he never called me back. So I decided to join tom amber and Kyle for some v for vendetta in Imax. It was all right. I smoked a lot of pot. Today I woke up, again at 2, lethargic, and unable to really focus on work. Which leads me here, spending a good 40 minutes of my time, which I so desperately need to do work, writing this.
This weekend was interesting. Friday night I end up going on a massive beer/wine/liquor/shampoo/ cigarette run. Literally the entire trunk was filled with things underage college students shouldn't have, except for the shampoo. And the cigarettes. Anyways, it was tom's birthday/will's going away party (kidney stones suck rat assholes). Party didn't erupt into any kind of Greek orgy; in fact it never took off at all. I did more walking Friday night than partying, so to compensate I did as much speed drinking and pot smoking as possible. I got twisted. I ended up at a ghetto party getting 'crunk' but it wasn't very chill. I kept my ears open however for any information. I overheard that there was a fellow that could get 'anything' I tracked him down and very privately asked him if I could buy shrooms. He had none but he knew people. So I decided I would find Kenny the next day to call this guy so this guy could call some other guys. Sketchy, I know. I departed and headed over to the lauded jazz party. I smoked a bowl with cas and returned. It was then this random femme who got alcohol for us previously in the day starts to dance with me. I have never danced to jazz. And I can't dance when I am fucked up. But I sure as hell tried. That didn’t work very well so I think I scared her off. I went home that night alone, again. I slept and I slept and I woke up around two. I tried desperately to work this shrooms connection. However Kenny disappeared, I took a trip over to this guy's apartment to get his number, but he wasn't around, I did get his number. I called, we talked, and he never called me back. So I decided to join tom amber and Kyle for some v for vendetta in Imax. It was all right. I smoked a lot of pot. Today I woke up, again at 2, lethargic, and unable to really focus on work. Which leads me here, spending a good 40 minutes of my time, which I so desperately need to do work, writing this.