March 1st, 2003

handholding

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Ok so ... I did a bad thing. I did a few bad things over the course of the last few days.

- didn't meet up with my group for Theater
- smoked a cig in my non-smoking room on a non-smoking floor
- took 2 bong hits with Cheryl
- crushing on a pothead

-_-; please, I do need a kick in the head for real this time. Now, don't think I'm going to start smoking pot a lot. I really don't want to. It's just the experimenting issue. Truthfully, it's about the same as when I smoke 2 cloves. I hear that bongs are the safest way to smoke pot. But I think cloves are much better than pot, so maybe I'll stick with cloves.

"The only thing keeping me from screaming is the aroma of my clove cigarette. My friends smoke them because I do." - Ann Gwish a.k.a. bitch from JthM

I need to do like ... school stuff. I have 2 papers to write for Evo Bio, and a powerpoint presentation to do on David Henry Hwang. I also want to go down town and post my flyers and post a whole bunch around campus. I'm glad that I've turned an idea ( oddly enough, slightly brought on by having been high ) into my photoshop project.

Lost: Klaha, Last wereabouts: making mediocre pop album **Caution! Elitist attitude** If found, please contact Mana immediatly for a whipping, or decapitate and send head in box to ME!

I think that's my favorite one so far.

I had a dream last night that I was this ultra awesome spy girl wearing a chinese dress and had my hair up like a geisha and was sneaking around this Chinese night club. I don't even know what I was doing there, just that I was trying not to be noticed or recognized as not Chinese. Reno was there, so was Jen. Reno, the Turk. He was sneaking around with me, Jen pooped out and said that her feet hurt, so she got left behind.

And I kept walking into these people's bedrooms while they were in the midst of sexual acts. I hate that >
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