Only on Rideau street...
It continues. Three days now that I've been off the drugs- four if you count Sunday (which I don't- because technically I DID smoke weed on Sunday, though I got in Saturday night's rest afterwards). It may not sound like long to you, but for me, that's fucking intense. Understand, I've been smoking weed almost daily for over a year. At the worst times in my life, I would smoke up to three or four times a day- ON WEEKDAYS. So I'm proud. I've refused weed numerous times as well, which has always been a problem of mine. I feel like I'm finally beginning to conquer this identity crisis and becoming more than who I associate with.
Today was a decent day, I guess. Got to school, had a smoke with Celyn and hacked for a bit, then went upstairs to meditate. It went really well today, by the time first period started I felt in almost full control of myself. David Curry came into Lit Studies class, which was funny, especially when he mentioned to the class how Mr. Dawson smokes pot. So I chilled with him and Meaghan during my spare and we had a plethora of intellectual conversations. I thoroughly enjoyed being able to discuss religion, politics, and ancient literature with people who actually know what they're talking about.
At lunch I mostly hung out with Leigh, though I hacked with Celyn for a short while. Today's lunch hour was nothing to write home about, though.
Bell rang, I went to math, bell rang, I left math. Decided to skip business because I was so ronery (a la Team America, for those who are wondering what the fuck I'm talking about) and helped Leigh with her set. It was also the first I had hung out with Ms. Cari Leslie since the party, which was cool. Bell rang.
Kaitlin was nice enough to give me a ride downtown on her way to some SYC (Suck Your Cock?) meeting. Apparently it has something to do with Buy Nothing Day. So after she screeched to a halt in front of a moving bus on Rideau street, I jumped out, almost knocked over an old blind black man (which probably would have been considered a triple hate crime) and ran off. While waiting for the bus, I ran into Jancey and some dirty looking guy with sweaty palms who kept shaking my hand. They tried to sell me a scorpion, which I would have bought, except I didn't have the money. So I took off.
Got home, did some research work for my Lit Studies script (which is gonna kick ass) and worked out. After exercising, I had a cigarette and a big bar of marzipan, which, in retrospect, kind of defeats the point of working out at all, doesn't it. Hm.
Anyhow, now I'm here. Life could be worse.
(BY THE WAY: It somehow came up in conversation today how little sex I've had in the last two years. None, actually. So May says, "I'll have sex with you" in a joking tone, so I say, "Sure, let's go". Also joking. But now I'm beginning to think she was serious. And though she's a cool girl and kinky as hell, I'm not attracted to her and the first sex I've had in this fucking long is NOT going to be with her. I just hope she doesn't press the issue.)
Today was a decent day, I guess. Got to school, had a smoke with Celyn and hacked for a bit, then went upstairs to meditate. It went really well today, by the time first period started I felt in almost full control of myself. David Curry came into Lit Studies class, which was funny, especially when he mentioned to the class how Mr. Dawson smokes pot. So I chilled with him and Meaghan during my spare and we had a plethora of intellectual conversations. I thoroughly enjoyed being able to discuss religion, politics, and ancient literature with people who actually know what they're talking about.
At lunch I mostly hung out with Leigh, though I hacked with Celyn for a short while. Today's lunch hour was nothing to write home about, though.
Bell rang, I went to math, bell rang, I left math. Decided to skip business because I was so ronery (a la Team America, for those who are wondering what the fuck I'm talking about) and helped Leigh with her set. It was also the first I had hung out with Ms. Cari Leslie since the party, which was cool. Bell rang.
Kaitlin was nice enough to give me a ride downtown on her way to some SYC (Suck Your Cock?) meeting. Apparently it has something to do with Buy Nothing Day. So after she screeched to a halt in front of a moving bus on Rideau street, I jumped out, almost knocked over an old blind black man (which probably would have been considered a triple hate crime) and ran off. While waiting for the bus, I ran into Jancey and some dirty looking guy with sweaty palms who kept shaking my hand. They tried to sell me a scorpion, which I would have bought, except I didn't have the money. So I took off.
Got home, did some research work for my Lit Studies script (which is gonna kick ass) and worked out. After exercising, I had a cigarette and a big bar of marzipan, which, in retrospect, kind of defeats the point of working out at all, doesn't it. Hm.
Anyhow, now I'm here. Life could be worse.
(BY THE WAY: It somehow came up in conversation today how little sex I've had in the last two years. None, actually. So May says, "I'll have sex with you" in a joking tone, so I say, "Sure, let's go". Also joking. But now I'm beginning to think she was serious. And though she's a cool girl and kinky as hell, I'm not attracted to her and the first sex I've had in this fucking long is NOT going to be with her. I just hope she doesn't press the issue.)