Weekend Escapade

Well, where do I even begin?

Be careful with pot brownies...(I've never been so scared in my life)

We wandered around for what seems like forever, but was really only maybe three hours.

I've never tripped so badly, I've never been so high.....
I couldn't walk, I couldn't see, I barely even remember what happened.
I was terrified that we'd get arrested, I fell asleep at the beach, we saw Fatty The Squirrel, and later we saw Satan (and I thought I was dreaming)

But I was dreaming, wasn't I?

Because, "We used to have somewhere to go, where did they all go, where did time go?", "I used to remember, but oh, God, oh, Lord!", "This is like a movie, like a dream, I want to stay here forever, and I've been here before, a long time ago, but I used to remember"

And that is all I remember saying, I kept repeating all that and rhyming like Dr. Seuss.....

I had dreams within dreams, and flashbacks of a lifetime so far away.
It's funny that I always feel invincible when I'm high, no matter how bad it gets I always feel like reality and time will never catch us
I couldn't even stand, I don't know where we went, and Catwoman was puking her guts up in a sink, not so far away.
I'm not sure what happened after that, but I woke up hungover....
Catwoman and I went to breakfast with skull-splitting headaches, soon we met The Jester and eventually My Prince showed up too.
We went to his house and we all just relaxed after our exhausting night.
Catwoman and The Jester left, and then we did something a little short of making love.
I feel like I just lost my virginity again, because I've never had sex sober, because I've never had sex with someone that I've had feelings for....
Because I hope that I didn't mess up our relationship, but I'm glad it happened.
And then his dad walked in and it was the most embarassing moment of my life....First time I've been to his house or met his parents and something like that happens.

Maybe it's my fault for being scandalous....

I hope that he's okay, I hope everything works out.

It was the best sex that I've ever had though.

After we very awkwardly left his house I realised that I had five missed calls from my mother.

I pretty much ran back to Catwoman's house, just in time to call my parents and get picked up.

The four of us are already planning our next escapade, Kampai!

Cheers to The Misfits Family, huggles!

Do Da Da

So today I came home to my mom screaming, she decided that she needed to go to the hospital (i'm not sure why)
She not only drove herself, but as I was leaving to run an errand she actually picked me up on the sidewalk outside.
I was extremely high, as she drove around trying to figure out which place she wanted to get food, I just laughed at the irony
Well, I haven't been this high in awhile, but I failed at my errands....and got really paranoid.
And I over-heard a homeless guy talk about all the places that he's traveled, I also heard another homeless man attempt to reconcile with his wife/ex-girlfriend.
Life is always interesting when you're this baked, but I can't ever even remember what happened two seconds ago.....
C'est la vie, I guess.

Romanticisms

I love that song.
And I wonder why we still smoke so much weed, I suppose it's because at this point in my life it's the only thing to do.
I was with Catwoman and My Prince (I'm not sure what else to call him) and we were all having a good time, when suddenly we turned a corner and I saw Satan.
I swear my heart completely stopped, I hadn't seen him since November, haven't spoken to him since our argument over Facebook around the same time.
A million moments flashed across my mind, but I finally let him go....
It seems like he's matured, I'm glad.
I'm glad that he let go, I'm glad that neither of us can really remember the weekend that we met and somehow convinced ourselves that we were in love.
I never finished that story about him, it's approximately thirty pages typed right now; I'm not sure if I'll ever finish it.
Maybe someday....
Now about My Prince, well, he's everything I've always wanted in a guy.
Genuinely smart, amazingly funny, super sweet, magnificently romantic....
He gives me flowers every day, tells me I'm pretty, holds doors for me, walks me home, makes me laugh, cheers me up when I'm sad.
He has the most gorgeous blue eyes that remind me of the ocean, and he's taller than me.....
And most of all he likes me for who I am, some of my friends don't get along with him; but they don't get along with anyone.
He makes me very happy, I feel like a fairytale princess....

I Hope This Is Goodbye

*yawn*
I am so very tired, my computer wiped the software on my phone...
But I guess that's okay, I suppose you shouldn't really worry about things like that.
I'm still reading Brave New World, and it reminds me of Biology Class (babies in test tubes)
We really aren't that far from that kind of technology, or that kind of consumer-driven society, which is kind of scary.
I have to talk about morality for a quick minute, just because.....
Who decides what is morally correct in society, what if the entire world was topsy turvy and it was okay to walk around naked, or have sex with random people, or if drugs were acceptable and commonplace?
Just think about it, honestly.
So why are you living your life based on other people's perceptions of right and wrong?
Another thing I feel the need to address is pessimism and depression in teenagers....
I don't understand why so many of my peers are so very depressed, it's as if they're clinging helplessly to a past that can only hurt them. I'm not one to talk, but we should all learn how to move on.
I remember the last day of my Freshman year I was sitting on the grass, down the street from the Junior Highschool, and I was writing poetry about the word "Goodbye".
Kitty told a boy with green eyes that goodbye is my least favorite word in the English language, this is still true.
A lot of things happened that year, and a lot of things have happened since that day; I'm approaching the end of my Junior year with a massive sense of nostalgia, because I miss those days Freshman year. I miss a lot of things in my past. I miss Middle School, I miss the way my mom used to be, I miss my grandmother.....
I haven't even been to my grandmother's grave; she raised me, she was the only person who ever understood me, and I miss her most of all.
I miss the dad that I never had, the childhood that I never experienced, and all the opportunities that flew by.
I feel old and already jaded at sixteen, seventeen on April 29, 9:48 AM.....

Movie Magic

Cleverbot.com is quite interesting, go check it out...
You can talk to a robot (it called me crazy), lol.
So, I've liked this guy since, well, I'm not sure....I guess it started back in September, but I didn't really realise it 'til recently.
All of our friends know that we like each other, but neither of us would make a move.
After a good amount of cajolery from our friends, he sat down next to me.
This was followed by an awkward silence as all of our friends waited for something to happen.
Out of nowhere, in front of everyone, he asked me out....
All of our friends (about 30 of them) began clapping and cheering, I'll never forget it; it was like a movie.
I felt like I was getting engaged, I wish I could've video taped it; I think I almost cried from happiness (not literally).
Most memorable way that I've ever been asked out, epic win.

Bitterly Ironic? Smokin' Chronic...

So I'm avoiding homework again, and falling victim to more trifling emotions....
And who knew that Simon and Garfunkel and The Beatles could be so uplifting (haha)
I've been in a bittersweet mood lately, just 'cause I think too much when I'm high.
Inside I'm hopeful and quite happy though, although I have a lot of doubts at the moment.
I should just set myself free from everything, I should let go of the past...just hold on to happy things.
"People are cowards in the face of happiness, you need courage to hold on to happiness"
Very true....
So I should just embrace life with open arms, it's like dancing down the street singing at the top of your lungs; that's what weed does for me.
It's like an anti-depressant for me, but I never actually use it to solve my problems (the reason I never smoke in my house, even though I can)
I have to wonder about irony where life is concerned....life IS irony.

Shenanigans

So this morning I woke up on Catwoman's floor, she asked me what we did yesterday and I drew a blank.
"yeah, what did we do?" I thought
All I could remember is something about my pants being undone, and literally rolling on the floor laughing, and her saying that she was having a blast.
I don't remember some brilliant things that I should've written down.
So, obviously we slowly remembered yesterday (lacking some very fuzzy details), but it's all chronological.
In the humble abode of The Jester we smoked the fumes of heaven, from l'herbe verte magique; oh, how sweet it was....
And I don't know why the world suddenly flopped upside down...oh, wait, I was on the floor.
I was rolling around, laughing....and being quite provocative....and I became a gangsta, or a rapper...a gangsta rapper...yeah...
I'm not entirely sure what happened after that, well at least I didn't spark a bowl while being video taped....
oh, wait....well, at least I didn't blow smoke into the camera....erm, nevermind...
Well, at least I didn't almost make a lesbian porno.....oooops.....but I didn't actually make a lesbian porno, but there is definitely a nice shot of my ass on that nonexistant tape.
I'm pretty sure cheetos, and cheese, and caffeine, and sexy-ness came after that.
oooh, risque!
A brownie in the bathroom happened about two hours later, then we got stalked by what I think was the restless spirit of a child. Jason and Pennywise came to kill us while we were on a dark street, and "I hope that's not a murder scene", and "oh, look, that guy has a chainsaw"
(Thanks, Catwoman)
Pizza, and the beach while it was raining....and people kissing in the rain.
And I'm pretty sure we were petting all kinds of dogs and cats all day (stray cats are awesome).
Then we took off in our very own rocket ship!
And there's been theme music playing for the last 24 hours.
When we came back to earth I found myself asleep on Catwoman's floor.
The first order of business today was a visit from the weed faerie, and a lovely walk through the park.
It was sunny and beautiful, a perfect day.
We followed the little white butterfly to our happiness....