holy shit, what a fuckin' holiday that was

I weeded it up so God damn much yesterday. Let's sum up:

1. In the morning around 11:00 when I finally woke up, smoked a bowl or two

2. When Aragorn and his friend (gotta ask what he wants his fake name to be) showed up, smoked two bowls, then did the mighty deed of topping a small bowl with a thick layer of kief from my kief catcher. God damn almighty was that amazing. It was like fire and lightning inside my lungs...in a good way. It was like a party in my mouth and everyone was going Super Saiyan.

3. We went over to Aragorn's house, smoked a couple of joints and a bowl, then celebrated 4:20 p.m. on 4/20 in the proper fashion - each of us got a pipe or a bong and did simultaneous hits, tried to hold it for the whole minute. Only Aragorn came close. Then we rotated until we got too dizzy to continue.

4. As if all that wasn't enough, I snuck out during a lull in the Exalted game I promised my roommate Mr. Crazypants ('cause he's fuckin' loopy, but a good guy) I'd show up to and smoked a quick bowl in the forest near the student union. Now, there's not much forest to speak of near the student union, so I was barely concealed, and that ratcheted up my ol' pot paranoia, but it managed to work out. I had to abandon the last hit or two from the bowl and dump it out, though, after my stomach viciously complained and my paranoia got the best of me.

5. After the game, I went over to my friend's house, where we smoked two more bowls, and I again topped the second with a thick powdery layer of kief. Similar effect. Then I had some caffeine pills.

Then I spent a long time gradually falling asleep before I agreed (more or less with myself) to wake up early to study for the test I have in an hour and a half. I woke up reasonably early and prepared to do this, only to find two problems:

1. One of my jackass roommates clogged the toilet and won't admit to doing it. I know it wasn't me, because going number 1 and leaving a single square of TP in the bowl is not going to clog anything, yet those devils refuse to own up. Unless one of the creepy old guys that live in my apartment complex snuck in and took a massive dump in our toilet, it was clearly one of them, yet they all shy away from actually fucking fixing it. I've had to walk to a gas station just to take a shit in the last few hours. That fucking sucks. Doesn't strictly have anything to do with the test, but it sucks.

2. There is, apparently, nothing to study for for this test. He didn't assign any chapters from the book, didn't bother to put any of the notes online, and I'll basically have to guess my way through or read someone else's notes. Oh well, I'll just arrive early and devour someone else's notes who was actually there a good percentage of the time, as opposed to me. Woo.

On a sad note, I may not be able to get this camping trip off the ground, which is a terrible shame since I wanted to go camping so very badly. I'll have to talk to Kungfuman (who doesn't know kung fu but I met him in my kung fu film study class) and see if he's still interested, and if he knows anyone else who is, because otherwise I'm not going to be able to go. Which would make me very bitter, because I was looking forward to it.

Oh, well. At least I've been wandering in the woods like a jackass a lot recently. That's probably what I'll do all Thursday and Friday, if I don't go home with SCIENCE like I might. Can't really say, just yet. I feel like I should go see my parents, yet there's never enough time to, and Aragorn promised to take me to his hometown that weekend so I could pick up a quarter pound of mids (yes, mids, but still) for $220. That is not fucking bad in the slightest. Yeah, even I can't smoke four ounces, especially with stems and seeds in, but I don't know, I might be able to work something out here. Especially with cooking, yes, cooking will be prodigious.