I've decided that I'm completely immune to shrooms. I've never had really big effects. I never trip as hard as anyone around me. I'm starting to think that all that I experienced before was entirely concocted in my mind, created on the basis of expectation. My mind thought I was tripping, and so my mind acted accordingly, tricking my body into experiencing the effects. Friday I took three disgusting grams of shrooms. If you know anything about shrooms, you know that's enough to get anyone solidly fucked up. Half the amount should have sent me into Wonderland. I don't know what's wrong with me. I guess I'm moving on to acid. The next time that everyone shrooms, I'll acidify myself. Or I'll wait for Alex to get here, who knows. So...since I wasn't tripping last Friday, I found a way to be happy. Marijuana at this school is like a whole different drug. I've never been even close to as high as I am here when I'm in LA. These people know their pot. So I got very nicely fucked up yesterday. The entire time I had the strongest urge to write about my amazing high, but I couldn't find descriptive enough words to depict my sensations and emotions. I couldn't stay concentrated, and never even found the motivation to get to my computer and type. It's not that I was lazy- just too distracted and overwhelmed by everything surrounding me. Everything was entertaining, everything was beautiful. Different of angles of different things produced different effects, and I had to try every angle. Highs like that make me want to smoke more.
"I'm a pretty good saxophone singer" said Alex. I never knew you could sing an instrument.
This is the mother fucker that chased KC and me through the canyon. I didn't get any shots this close shooting with my zoom-less 35 mm lens, and I probabaly wasted half a roll on the damn rat. Seeing a nutria was exciting at first. I'd only seen one at the beginning of the year and from far away. But this was up close and personal. I saw the bitch as KC and I were strolling through the canyon (which will become a weekly occurance from now on) and I screamed "NUUTRIAAAA!!!" I instantly started moving closer, testing it to see how close it would let me come. KC followed, and we both whipped out our cameras. It looked at us, and didn't seem startled. It watched as we inched closer and closer. At this point we were about fifteen feet away, close enough to make out its long, repulsive tail and old-man whiskers. Let's call him Ugly. Ugly started swimming away and we began to lose interest. We had plenty of pictures and the second half of the canyon to conquer, so we moved on. As soon as we are crossing some bridges to get back to the main trail, I hear ice cracking behind us. My interest spiked, I turn to see where the noise is coming from. I squint my eyes and see the nutria, closer than before, almost on land exactly where we were previously standing. I yell to KC to come and look as I start sprinting back to get a closer look at Ugly. It continues coming toward me, cracking its webbed feet through the thin ice of the canyon. I wonder what it could be thinking. Is this fat little rat challenging me? I refused to be intimidated by this creature that I could easily stuff into a lunchbox. So I get low, taking my National Geographic-esque shots of the ugly bugger. But this guy has no shame. He moves closer to me, testing me just as I tested me. When he came within four feet, with nothing between Ugly and me, I started to feel the fear inside me. I knew nothing about nutria, whether or not they were violent creatures. Did it even have teeth? Would it actually attack me? What would I do if he rushed at me? Run? or take a mean shot at him and kick his ugly ass back into the water? He wouldn't stop coming closer to me, and I started to back up. I didn't want a violent confrontation with Ugly. He then rushed towards me and I flew out of that area like a kid with red ants down his pants. I didn't even see it slither down into its hole. Okay, I saw that it disappeared but not exactly how it got there. I was too busy sprinting my ass as far from that beast as I possibly could. I was fucking scared out of my mind. I feared for my life as I ran screaming back to safety with KC close behind. She saw it all. She saw Ugly go straight for us, but then disappear down the hole beneath me. Apparently it slid down like a snake. ugh. I was quite happy to get out of there and finish our walk.
So we walked. And then swung on the swings on the front lawn. I can't even picture the last time I was on a swing. As KC and I fulfilled our childhood desires, we noticed a group of people playing kickball. We thought, wouldn't it be fun to play kickball?? So we asked to join, only to receive an enthusiastic YES! And so we did. This will be another weekly occurance. Join us; it's bundles of fun. Beer, cigarettes and twinkies are essential to any serious kickball game at Reed.
Last of all, I have a qualm with someone in Griffin. There's a spot of pee on the toilet seat. The toilet that I usually use. And the drip has been there for about a week. CLEAN OFF YOUR FUCKING PISS!!! Better yet, get it in the toilet in the first place. That's all I have to say for now.
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