Just Finished Cleaning Up...
I had an interesting night last night. I saw Allison's play, A Piece of My Heart, last night. I was much better than I expected considering that I thought the last play I saw at that school was absolutely horrible.
Javan came over with some red stuff that is supposed to be like Ecstasy but milder and legal. It made me feel like I was being pressed (like under rocks) and I was really heavy. At one point I felt flat... Eventually I threw up on the door, wall, floor, and all over the toilet of my bathroom. What's weird is that I fell really good right now...no hang over or druggy after effects.
I finished watching the episodes of Escaflowne that I borrowed from a guy in anime club. I'll probably watch Six Feet Under while I work on my easy homework (anything other than Shifrin's homework).
The red stuff from last night supposedly makes people really horny; thankfully no one in the room was worth hitting on. It felt weird sitting there and not being able to think about anything beyond what I saw...which was weird since my eyes were closed most of the time and I was watching a display of color dance in my mind.
This is going to sound weird, so don't think too much into it: for some reason I felt really good while piled up on the floor with the guys last night...I wasn't aroused so much as really happy that I was near a guy. I don't know.
Javan came over with some red stuff that is supposed to be like Ecstasy but milder and legal. It made me feel like I was being pressed (like under rocks) and I was really heavy. At one point I felt flat... Eventually I threw up on the door, wall, floor, and all over the toilet of my bathroom. What's weird is that I fell really good right now...no hang over or druggy after effects.
I finished watching the episodes of Escaflowne that I borrowed from a guy in anime club. I'll probably watch Six Feet Under while I work on my easy homework (anything other than Shifrin's homework).
The red stuff from last night supposedly makes people really horny; thankfully no one in the room was worth hitting on. It felt weird sitting there and not being able to think about anything beyond what I saw...which was weird since my eyes were closed most of the time and I was watching a display of color dance in my mind.
This is going to sound weird, so don't think too much into it: for some reason I felt really good while piled up on the floor with the guys last night...I wasn't aroused so much as really happy that I was near a guy. I don't know.