Still alive, for anyone that's wondering. But here's some advice for you: Don't do ecstasy. Or at least, don't do it if you're Stefanie. Annie and I have been giving it a go a few times the past couple months and while she seems fine on it, I kind of go crazy. We've done it 3 times so far and each time, my reaction snow balls into something worse. First time: "Hey, this is kind of fun!" Second time: "WHY AM I FREAKING OUT, MAN?! WHY DOES BITING MYSELF KIND OF FEEL GOOD?" Third time: I stabbed myself with a knife and threw up for a few days. So, yeah. Everyone's kind of baffled by it, but I imagine I just have a lot more repressed feelings than everyone else and they just come out when I'm rolling. So, yeah. There's that.
Last time I rolled, (after the stabbing and throwing up) I became super depressed felt the only solution was to cut all my hair off.
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There seems to be a whole lot of drama going on with work and money and there's some weird lols going on about how I feel towards this Robert fellow but we're not gonna talk about that.
Speaking of money, UGH I CAN'T BELIEVE I GOT A $160 TICKET FOR NOT "STOPPING" AT A STOP SIGN EVEN THOUGH I TOTALLY PAUSED. Do you come to a complete stop for 3 seconds in a residential area at 10:00 at night when no one is coming and you're just making a right turn? That's because no one does. But seriously, $160? I don't think my friends have had speeding tickets that much. It's not like I hit a crippled person or anything. :/
California turned out alright and maybe going back to Vegas later this month. We'll see.