Birthdays
March 27th 2007 14:23
Birthday's are fun.
I don't like to publicize the fact that it is the anniversary of the day I was born. I figure the less people that know, the less embarassing shit they'll do to you. Like singing 'happy birthday' at the top of their lungs... in the middle of a crowded dining hall. I gave each and every one of those motherfuckers the death glare.
People remembered though. It's nice to be remembered. I also got some unexpected presents. I'd already got a whole boatload of money from the parents and the grandparents, so I've been spending that when of course I shouldn't have been. Woe is me.
I got 3 presents today. One was from Alex, who is possibly the most outgoing, outrageous, and outstanding girl I know. She's fucking crazy, and I love her to bits. I got a card that Alex and Alex (her best friend is called Alex too... confusing little?) had drawn when they were hell chopped early in the morning. It has a picture of me and them (stick figures, of course) holding hands and smoking what could either be joints or cigarettes. I love it.
Second is from Angie, who is a treasure of a girl. She told me she was broke, so she made me a present. She got a pack of smokes, and decorated it with noodles and collages and some funny messages, and it looks amazing. I'm afraid to smoke the ciggies, the thing looks that damn good. Angie is an angel.
The third and final present came from Alice. Alice still remains the coolest girl I have met, and I know some really cool chicks, so I don't say that lightly. I know she's my ex, and I know being best friends with an ex can occasionally (for me at least) be confusing and considered weird. Well, I know some people having an ex as a bestie can be strange, and I have a message for these people: haha, i don't give a fuck.
So back to the present. Alice comes into my room with a bag. She hands me the bag, saying something like if I didn't like it I could get it exchanged. I pull out a brand new phone.
Talk about taking my breath away. I've always been relegated to having a dodgy cheap ass nokia black and white phone at best, and a brick comparable to the field radios used in the Vietnam War (think backpack size). This phone is quite possibly the single coolest thing I have ever owned. So Al, I know you read this shit, thank you, and I love you (don't worry, completely platonic, i've had a think about that and I'm over it).
If you aren't Alice and that last bit confuses you: serves you right, you nosy prick.
As for my birthday celebration... well, basically I got stoned, and I stayed stoned all day. I decided that as a birthday present I would skip all my classes. Yeah, dedicated student I am not. That meant no commitments, and I was free to wander around basking in the birthday adulations of my peers and not feel guilty about being a stoned bum all day.
This weekend will be crazy though. I've been hyping it up a bit, and here's why:
Friday we're going to my favourite club, Birdies. Saturday we're going to the newly 18 club called The Met (it was originally 18 , then they changed it to 20 , now they've resumed their 18 stance). For this weekend, I'm getting around $150 worth of speed, and $100 worth of E, not to even think about drinks and smokes and any other nasty things I can get my grubby hands on. I'll probably have to fork out for some pot too, that much shit in your system needs a counterbalance.
In summary: I am doing enough drugs this weekend to kill a small family. It will be awesome.
Like I've said, this weekend will either be really good, or really really bad. we'll see how it goes.
I don't like to publicize the fact that it is the anniversary of the day I was born. I figure the less people that know, the less embarassing shit they'll do to you. Like singing 'happy birthday' at the top of their lungs... in the middle of a crowded dining hall. I gave each and every one of those motherfuckers the death glare.
People remembered though. It's nice to be remembered. I also got some unexpected presents. I'd already got a whole boatload of money from the parents and the grandparents, so I've been spending that when of course I shouldn't have been. Woe is me.
I got 3 presents today. One was from Alex, who is possibly the most outgoing, outrageous, and outstanding girl I know. She's fucking crazy, and I love her to bits. I got a card that Alex and Alex (her best friend is called Alex too... confusing little?) had drawn when they were hell chopped early in the morning. It has a picture of me and them (stick figures, of course) holding hands and smoking what could either be joints or cigarettes. I love it.
Second is from Angie, who is a treasure of a girl. She told me she was broke, so she made me a present. She got a pack of smokes, and decorated it with noodles and collages and some funny messages, and it looks amazing. I'm afraid to smoke the ciggies, the thing looks that damn good. Angie is an angel.
The third and final present came from Alice. Alice still remains the coolest girl I have met, and I know some really cool chicks, so I don't say that lightly. I know she's my ex, and I know being best friends with an ex can occasionally (for me at least) be confusing and considered weird. Well, I know some people having an ex as a bestie can be strange, and I have a message for these people: haha, i don't give a fuck.
So back to the present. Alice comes into my room with a bag. She hands me the bag, saying something like if I didn't like it I could get it exchanged. I pull out a brand new phone.
Talk about taking my breath away. I've always been relegated to having a dodgy cheap ass nokia black and white phone at best, and a brick comparable to the field radios used in the Vietnam War (think backpack size). This phone is quite possibly the single coolest thing I have ever owned. So Al, I know you read this shit, thank you, and I love you (don't worry, completely platonic, i've had a think about that and I'm over it).
If you aren't Alice and that last bit confuses you: serves you right, you nosy prick.
As for my birthday celebration... well, basically I got stoned, and I stayed stoned all day. I decided that as a birthday present I would skip all my classes. Yeah, dedicated student I am not. That meant no commitments, and I was free to wander around basking in the birthday adulations of my peers and not feel guilty about being a stoned bum all day.
This weekend will be crazy though. I've been hyping it up a bit, and here's why:
Friday we're going to my favourite club, Birdies. Saturday we're going to the newly 18 club called The Met (it was originally 18 , then they changed it to 20 , now they've resumed their 18 stance). For this weekend, I'm getting around $150 worth of speed, and $100 worth of E, not to even think about drinks and smokes and any other nasty things I can get my grubby hands on. I'll probably have to fork out for some pot too, that much shit in your system needs a counterbalance.
In summary: I am doing enough drugs this weekend to kill a small family. It will be awesome.
Like I've said, this weekend will either be really good, or really really bad. we'll see how it goes.
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Comment by Wendi
Comment by Lily
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~Lily
Comment by KylieW
Celebrity Obsession
You'll definitely need pot to help you come down on the weekend........besides after the insanity of being 'up' for a couple days, there's nothing better than just mellowing out and seeing if you cant smoke your body weight in dope!! hehe.
Comment by Mark Schultz
Evil Pleasures
Random Musings on Life, Love and Everything
Let's Get Down To Business
Oh well, just cones will have to do.
Comment by KylieW
Celebrity Obsession
I'm sure there'll be other weekends when you can do cream bulbs and smoke cones. That of course leads me to my question of WTF is a cream bulb??