Erowid
I'm eating mango. It's slimey.
Catoire is asleep beside me. I might blow my pot noodle horn in her face, waaahaha.
Actually. Better not. She might kick me in the face.
Spent most of the week so far on Erowid, trying to work out what happened on Friday night. Did HALF a small pill and was very ill. Read some reports about MCPP, though I've done Piprenzine's before and this was nothing like it. One where this bloke sued BZP and MCPP together sounded a bit more like what I experienced.
Possibly some PMA in there, which would explain the hullucinations, shakeyness and the sickiness. Though I only took half, which would be nowhere near 80mg, surely? Answers on a postcard. I'm shit at maths. Troo. Oh and my test is SHIT street, because its too old skool.
I'm not really that bothered about it. It was shit but all experiences are worthwhile in some way. I posted a couple of threads to warn people about them, and got some really fucked up responces. I LIVE IN NOTTINGHAM AND MINE WERE WELL GOOD. Yah. Right. Because they obviously come from the same batch. And one bloke said 'It might just be you.' Sorry sweets but I've doen enough chemicals to know when its my head and not what I've taken... This was a mixture of both, brought on by whichever beautiful ensemble
I decided to take.
I might save the other half and put it in someone's drink. Obviously someone I don't like though.
Carl took the rest of his MDMA and got fucked at home. Jess didn't feel anything. Gay. I think she doesn't beleive in it, and I reckon for something like that to have its best effects, you need to be around other people and be somewhere with loud music. Ooh and it's good if it's hot too. Cor.
I went to my second ever research lecture. It was gay. I wish I hadn't got out of bed. But tghen I'd have been in a strop with myself if I hadn't made the effort. I still don't know what I'm doing and she told me to come to the seminar. Yet when I looked on the notice board (ARTS MANAGEMENT MIGHT I ADD... It wasn't even on ours!) my name wasn't there. Neither was anyone else I knew, apart from Rehana and Amanda, but they do AM. Goooood. I fucking hate AM. DIE.
I've gota read two plays tonight. Good.
But. My room is clean. And the floor isn't covere din pink dye anymore. Winner.
Gota go back home this weekend to get a new birth certificate because Mum has lost mine. She says she gave it to me but I distinctly remember saying YOU LOOK AFTER IT I'LL LOSE IT.
So now I have to buy a new one beacsue she's a twatend.
And then I can get a new passport. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO and run away with the circus to Nepal or something. Get bummed by Hindus. Clim some mountains. Eat some curry. Get disintry. PLAN.
Yeah I'm going off the subject now. Taaaaaaaaa ta.
Catoire is asleep beside me. I might blow my pot noodle horn in her face, waaahaha.
Actually. Better not. She might kick me in the face.
Spent most of the week so far on Erowid, trying to work out what happened on Friday night. Did HALF a small pill and was very ill. Read some reports about MCPP, though I've done Piprenzine's before and this was nothing like it. One where this bloke sued BZP and MCPP together sounded a bit more like what I experienced.
Possibly some PMA in there, which would explain the hullucinations, shakeyness and the sickiness. Though I only took half, which would be nowhere near 80mg, surely? Answers on a postcard. I'm shit at maths. Troo. Oh and my test is SHIT street, because its too old skool.
I'm not really that bothered about it. It was shit but all experiences are worthwhile in some way. I posted a couple of threads to warn people about them, and got some really fucked up responces. I LIVE IN NOTTINGHAM AND MINE WERE WELL GOOD. Yah. Right. Because they obviously come from the same batch. And one bloke said 'It might just be you.' Sorry sweets but I've doen enough chemicals to know when its my head and not what I've taken... This was a mixture of both, brought on by whichever beautiful ensemble
I decided to take.
I might save the other half and put it in someone's drink. Obviously someone I don't like though.
Carl took the rest of his MDMA and got fucked at home. Jess didn't feel anything. Gay. I think she doesn't beleive in it, and I reckon for something like that to have its best effects, you need to be around other people and be somewhere with loud music. Ooh and it's good if it's hot too. Cor.
I went to my second ever research lecture. It was gay. I wish I hadn't got out of bed. But tghen I'd have been in a strop with myself if I hadn't made the effort. I still don't know what I'm doing and she told me to come to the seminar. Yet when I looked on the notice board (ARTS MANAGEMENT MIGHT I ADD... It wasn't even on ours!) my name wasn't there. Neither was anyone else I knew, apart from Rehana and Amanda, but they do AM. Goooood. I fucking hate AM. DIE.
I've gota read two plays tonight. Good.
But. My room is clean. And the floor isn't covere din pink dye anymore. Winner.
Gota go back home this weekend to get a new birth certificate because Mum has lost mine. She says she gave it to me but I distinctly remember saying YOU LOOK AFTER IT I'LL LOSE IT.
So now I have to buy a new one beacsue she's a twatend.
And then I can get a new passport. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO and run away with the circus to Nepal or something. Get bummed by Hindus. Clim some mountains. Eat some curry. Get disintry. PLAN.
Yeah I'm going off the subject now. Taaaaaaaaa ta.