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2005-11-12||6:10 p.m.
So last night was a good reminder for me why I don't smoke pot.* Here's how the story goes:
There was the Gayties Dance** last night, where apparently a bunch of lesbian drama went down, but I wasn't there for that part because I was distracted by the large bowl of pot Natalia had outside the dorms at the time.
Wait, let me go back a few steps. Before the smoking, there was the part where I went back to Tom's room with him so he could give me free, cheap beer.*** Then there was the whole part where Tom and I had a heart to heart about EK and I realized what an emo boy Tom really is. Not that that had anything to do with the story, but I thought I'd throw it in there for fun.
Okay, where was I...oh yeah, so I'm outside the dorms smoking. I proceed to get substantially high, then I end up going in a taxi with a bunch of people to a party. At this party there were entirely too many hothothot junior boys to wrap my mind around. I greatly enjoyed staring at them all night.**** It was only at the party, when Erika guided me away from the hookah, that I remembered that I had promised not to smoke anymore. Beer will do that to your memory, ya know? So while all the girls who I came to the party with were busy dealing with the aforementioned lesbian drama, I was sitting as still as I could on the futon trying not to freak out because I was having trouble distinguishing the past from the present. It's hard to explain well, but what happens to me sometimes when I'm high is flashbacks, only it's like they're happening in the present while the present is still happening at the same time. Get it? Probably not. But it's really weird and confusing and I hate it. So anyway, we finally took a taxi back to school and chilled in my room for a while. Then, after everyone left my room, I made myself stay up for another couple of hours so I didn't go to bed too high. Because my dreams are fucked up when I'm high and I was already weirded out enough. So anyway, now I remember why I don't smoke. And PS, this doesn't happen to everyone so don't go pointing to me as a reason not to smoke. I recommend it. It's fun! Do drugs! See for yourself the good times to be had, kids!
*...anymore.
**Gay Eighties...get it? Funny, right? I thought so.
***free, cheap beer. FCB. The sustenance of champions. The college freshman's ambrosia. So on and so forth.
****And then Pauline and I greatly enjoyed staring at them some more on Facebook when we got back to my room. I love you so, Facebook, for thou art full of photos.
We had quite the good time in the Mission today. We ate real food, went to Good Vibrations and the superginorimoushuge Goodwill down there. Tonight I'm going to Tranny Fest: Short Shorts with a few people. Some good short films and some interesting people. Should be good.