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So, lets start off by saying that my family is crazy. I had like 4 relatives fly intown on my mom's side of the family and they are all doing crazy things and laughing uncontrollably. Jesus.
Finals. Over tomorrow!. Then we are going to party at dan's for awhile and get piss ass drunk with everyone. Christmas break should be cool
Russel and I got tickets to go to the Aquairium in GA haha so we'll trip on acid on Dec. 28th and go see all sea life and animals.
I bought christmas gifts for alot of people. Mostly earings, necklaces, I think a few DVD's, and Bath and Bodyworks shit for last minuite things. I decided to get my sister some clothes (which was hard to do) and some jewelry she might like.
Last few weeks have been boring actually. Except last Saturday which was insane.
I stayed the night at Russels when finnaly the drug hit me like a fucking hydrogen bomb. Strange memories on a cold saturday night in December. Being here in this place with my good friend and thinking about the aspects of life and the meanings that the world holds for me in the future is unreal. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run, but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant. You stayed there doing something taboo persay. Illegal in a society where Nazi's reign. This Bush-Chaney duo from hell. Eavesdropping my ass.
With the night pursuing and the cold rush of memories entering me I saw my companion on a couch. I studied his habitat for a good 8 minuites lighting a cigarette when I finnaly told him, "Man, get off the couch". He complained and looked at me with a reply of "Why? Im comfortable". He would never understand what I was seeing. He was sitting right in the middle of that god damn couch and the couch became possessed with a Dr. Satan type motivation to kill people. The couch began engulfing him. Such an odd performance substances have on the mind. By 7 we went the Hotel. Grabbing necessities from the room and a bucket of ice from the ice machine. What for?. I will never now when a bucket of ice comes in handy. As soon as I stepped into the lobby, it was almost as if a mirror was everywhere I took a step. Everyone became me. There I was behind a desk, sitting down, eating, drinking, talking with other me's. Most Notably this was one of the scariest encounters everywhere. I was everywhere. 14 me's in a hotel lobby. My god.
Shit was straight economics...
Finals. Over tomorrow!. Then we are going to party at dan's for awhile and get piss ass drunk with everyone. Christmas break should be cool
Russel and I got tickets to go to the Aquairium in GA haha so we'll trip on acid on Dec. 28th and go see all sea life and animals.
I bought christmas gifts for alot of people. Mostly earings, necklaces, I think a few DVD's, and Bath and Bodyworks shit for last minuite things. I decided to get my sister some clothes (which was hard to do) and some jewelry she might like.
Last few weeks have been boring actually. Except last Saturday which was insane.
I stayed the night at Russels when finnaly the drug hit me like a fucking hydrogen bomb. Strange memories on a cold saturday night in December. Being here in this place with my good friend and thinking about the aspects of life and the meanings that the world holds for me in the future is unreal. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run, but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant. You stayed there doing something taboo persay. Illegal in a society where Nazi's reign. This Bush-Chaney duo from hell. Eavesdropping my ass.
With the night pursuing and the cold rush of memories entering me I saw my companion on a couch. I studied his habitat for a good 8 minuites lighting a cigarette when I finnaly told him, "Man, get off the couch". He complained and looked at me with a reply of "Why? Im comfortable". He would never understand what I was seeing. He was sitting right in the middle of that god damn couch and the couch became possessed with a Dr. Satan type motivation to kill people. The couch began engulfing him. Such an odd performance substances have on the mind. By 7 we went the Hotel. Grabbing necessities from the room and a bucket of ice from the ice machine. What for?. I will never now when a bucket of ice comes in handy. As soon as I stepped into the lobby, it was almost as if a mirror was everywhere I took a step. Everyone became me. There I was behind a desk, sitting down, eating, drinking, talking with other me's. Most Notably this was one of the scariest encounters everywhere. I was everywhere. 14 me's in a hotel lobby. My god.
Shit was straight economics...