Fucking lot of writing eh
I woke up at 10:30 am today. wtf. So early! What's weirder is that I woke up refreshed and "awake". I can't remember when I went to bed... my brain is fried, maybe because I woke up before noon? or because of yesterday. maybe both!
The past couple days have been stimulating. Lots of.... people. People I don't know overly well. Tuesday was fun, Dean (swiftpersona) took me to a fashion-show-type-thing downtown. I met a girl named Jessy on the bus, whom I instantly took a liking too. It was a pleasant skytrain, this other guy with crazy hair joined the group; turns out I've heard countless stories from Dean about this guy and have now finally met him!
I tried bubble tea for the first time, the purple stuff is not good, but watermelon is. Good to know.
I was pretty relaxed until we actually entered the place. My nerves kicked in a bit until about midnight or one, but it was an overall good time and the last half-hour to hour I "woke up" and really wanted to party. Damn raves have me accustomed to the dancing ending at six or eight in the morning!
Langley is a bitch, so I called and arranged to stay at the Burnaby House. I ended up drunkenly calling Matt at work for half an hour at maybe two in the morning, which is odd because we never talk on the phone. I'm surprised he put up with it for longer than ten minutes. I slept alone in his bed, and was comforted to find that I still had no desire for him to be there at all. I'm glad that is all figured out.
Wednesday was fucked up. It was a beautiful day, like Tuesday and today; perfect weather for getting really stoned. The lady I had met the previous night, Jessy, had encouraged me to go to the art gallery for 420, so I did. Couldn't find her right away, but ran into solange and there was this enormous joint and then i was gone.
So many people. So many strangers. I could feel the nerves kicking in and I remember thinking "oh no I can't talk". My phone was not working properly, either that or I was so stoned I couldn't figure it out. It kept beeping like there was no reception, but it said there was. then it wouldnt hang up. I don't know.
I got lost. I tried to find a group of people and got horribly confused. I felt like I had taken acid or something! seriously! The idea of talking to people intimidated me. I wanted to be way up high on something so I climbed up some stairs and stared. The buildings looked straight out of a Monty Python skit, and whadya know, when I finally looked down, I had found the people I was supposed to be looking for. "no problem" I thought. hah, I'm surprised I remember any of this. After that my brain capacity was reduced to staring at shit, and I remember wanting Chrsitina to be there, because she would be just as fucked as me. yay being lightweight! People were talking and listening while I'm thinking "whoa... this is messed up". My inability to socialize eventually made me kind of overly self-aware, which was followed by a wierd paranoia that I might not be able to get home if I didn't leave early... the urge to hide came, so I ran off when ppl went to eat. Man i really need to loosen up, or at least not get quite so high.
The skytrain home was amazing, everyone was stoned on the train! it was paaaaacked at granville and while everyone was crammed on the platform waiting (there were delays of course) someone shouted "ok whos got the doob... lets smoke it!" and practically everyone on the platform laughed. You could see the occasional person not laughing going "wtf" and that just made me laugh more. Had a tea an cinnamon roll at ea while this guy was talking about how he's hopefully getting into porno. 500 a day to start, up to 4000 a day for gay porn (this guy is gay). Ran into Dean (I think he stalks me?!) and this guy named steve on the final 10-minute handicap-bus home. Like I said, Wednesday was fucked up.
The past couple days have been stimulating. Lots of.... people. People I don't know overly well. Tuesday was fun, Dean (swiftpersona) took me to a fashion-show-type-thing downtown. I met a girl named Jessy on the bus, whom I instantly took a liking too. It was a pleasant skytrain, this other guy with crazy hair joined the group; turns out I've heard countless stories from Dean about this guy and have now finally met him!
I tried bubble tea for the first time, the purple stuff is not good, but watermelon is. Good to know.
I was pretty relaxed until we actually entered the place. My nerves kicked in a bit until about midnight or one, but it was an overall good time and the last half-hour to hour I "woke up" and really wanted to party. Damn raves have me accustomed to the dancing ending at six or eight in the morning!
Langley is a bitch, so I called and arranged to stay at the Burnaby House. I ended up drunkenly calling Matt at work for half an hour at maybe two in the morning, which is odd because we never talk on the phone. I'm surprised he put up with it for longer than ten minutes. I slept alone in his bed, and was comforted to find that I still had no desire for him to be there at all. I'm glad that is all figured out.
Wednesday was fucked up. It was a beautiful day, like Tuesday and today; perfect weather for getting really stoned. The lady I had met the previous night, Jessy, had encouraged me to go to the art gallery for 420, so I did. Couldn't find her right away, but ran into solange and there was this enormous joint and then i was gone.
So many people. So many strangers. I could feel the nerves kicking in and I remember thinking "oh no I can't talk". My phone was not working properly, either that or I was so stoned I couldn't figure it out. It kept beeping like there was no reception, but it said there was. then it wouldnt hang up. I don't know.
I got lost. I tried to find a group of people and got horribly confused. I felt like I had taken acid or something! seriously! The idea of talking to people intimidated me. I wanted to be way up high on something so I climbed up some stairs and stared. The buildings looked straight out of a Monty Python skit, and whadya know, when I finally looked down, I had found the people I was supposed to be looking for. "no problem" I thought. hah, I'm surprised I remember any of this. After that my brain capacity was reduced to staring at shit, and I remember wanting Chrsitina to be there, because she would be just as fucked as me. yay being lightweight! People were talking and listening while I'm thinking "whoa... this is messed up". My inability to socialize eventually made me kind of overly self-aware, which was followed by a wierd paranoia that I might not be able to get home if I didn't leave early... the urge to hide came, so I ran off when ppl went to eat. Man i really need to loosen up, or at least not get quite so high.
The skytrain home was amazing, everyone was stoned on the train! it was paaaaacked at granville and while everyone was crammed on the platform waiting (there were delays of course) someone shouted "ok whos got the doob... lets smoke it!" and practically everyone on the platform laughed. You could see the occasional person not laughing going "wtf" and that just made me laugh more. Had a tea an cinnamon roll at ea while this guy was talking about how he's hopefully getting into porno. 500 a day to start, up to 4000 a day for gay porn (this guy is gay). Ran into Dean (I think he stalks me?!) and this guy named steve on the final 10-minute handicap-bus home. Like I said, Wednesday was fucked up.