Because you only live once, right
Its now monday, tuesday, my campers and I got halfway through Transformers before they decided they were tired and went to bed (I have 6 gymnasts, and they are freakin adorable). I still have 30 more awake minutes though. But this post is really about what happened on friday.
Friday, Tony came to A^2 for they day with his friends Tim and Eric. Our plans were for us to see Transformers 2 (nowhere near as good as 1), do some shrooms, and then go see My Dear Disco at Top of the Park that night. And that's exactly what happened. I feel like the most accurate way to describe the experience is sensory overload. Colors were so vivid, and then cloud watching was dizzying. The sky was a huge kaleidiscope. When I finally ate, I was coming down, but it was taste was so good. Mostly though it was physical. A little nausea. But mostly everything just felt so strange. There was a good 15 minutes where I could not stand to touch my own skin.
I spoke to Jake a lot on Monday. And I brought it up, in the way a proud yet guilty child would, I realize in retrospect. There were a lot of feelings, mostly guilty and not wanting the other to feel guilty. Part of me wishes I had more of a problem with shrooms/pot/drinking. But truthfully, as long as the user isn't being destructive, i don't really see the issue. I really only thought of it as something else to try. But here's the thing, I could or I could not, and it wouldn't bother me either way. With my mom, nothing was ever really frowned apon. It was more of a make your own decisions, but make good decisions. My parents provided little to no direction through high school. Sometimes I resent that. Mostly, I think I'm glad I have/ have had that freedom that some of my peers still lack. I'm digressing. I want to. I want to be someone that my siblings, my children, my boyfriend can be proud of. But I can't live for someone else. Hrm.
The video to New Divide is on. I'm not really impressed Linkin Park. I know you boys can do better, so please do.
i could never figure out - in Grease, when Danny and Sandy are in the drive thru and he's trying to get his ring off, and he elbows her in the boob, was that on purpose?
Tomorrow - Jake's birthday card. Psych session. Shit I need to email erica now. Watch movies? See Rose? See Jake G? Hrm. I need weekend plans.
<3 love.
Friday, Tony came to A^2 for they day with his friends Tim and Eric. Our plans were for us to see Transformers 2 (nowhere near as good as 1), do some shrooms, and then go see My Dear Disco at Top of the Park that night. And that's exactly what happened. I feel like the most accurate way to describe the experience is sensory overload. Colors were so vivid, and then cloud watching was dizzying. The sky was a huge kaleidiscope. When I finally ate, I was coming down, but it was taste was so good. Mostly though it was physical. A little nausea. But mostly everything just felt so strange. There was a good 15 minutes where I could not stand to touch my own skin.
I spoke to Jake a lot on Monday. And I brought it up, in the way a proud yet guilty child would, I realize in retrospect. There were a lot of feelings, mostly guilty and not wanting the other to feel guilty. Part of me wishes I had more of a problem with shrooms/pot/drinking. But truthfully, as long as the user isn't being destructive, i don't really see the issue. I really only thought of it as something else to try. But here's the thing, I could or I could not, and it wouldn't bother me either way. With my mom, nothing was ever really frowned apon. It was more of a make your own decisions, but make good decisions. My parents provided little to no direction through high school. Sometimes I resent that. Mostly, I think I'm glad I have/ have had that freedom that some of my peers still lack. I'm digressing. I want to. I want to be someone that my siblings, my children, my boyfriend can be proud of. But I can't live for someone else. Hrm.
The video to New Divide is on. I'm not really impressed Linkin Park. I know you boys can do better, so please do.
i could never figure out - in Grease, when Danny and Sandy are in the drive thru and he's trying to get his ring off, and he elbows her in the boob, was that on purpose?
Tomorrow - Jake's birthday card. Psych session. Shit I need to email erica now. Watch movies? See Rose? See Jake G? Hrm. I need weekend plans.
<3 love.