Except for that random post yesterday (eventually it will be explained), I haven’t written anything in the last two weeks, and with good reason.
No, not really.
The only reason I have is that three of my friends from home, Luis, Adrian, and Eric, came for Thanksgiving. Last week was a very interesting and ridiculous week. I haven’t eaten so much pizza in such a short period of time. I haven’t smoked so much pot in such a short period of time. I haven’t drunk so much coffee in such a short period of time (yeah, we didn’t do anything worse than that).
Some memorable things from last week were our outings to Times Square and the Museum of Natural History. Going out is just going out, but going out drunk and stoned is a whole new experience. Both places have their charm for the altered mind.
Times Square is so lit up that it’s almost a sure thing you’ll go on a trip just looking around. We went there smoked up and drunk on cheap wine we bought near my dorm. We started walking around, the lights being too damn bright for us to handle. For some odd reason I had “Set yourself on fire” by Stars playing in my mind. It’s safe to say lots of lights and drugs and alcohol don’t mix well. Still, they make for interesting experiences. The worst off of us was Luis. He got lost twice, wandered into Virgin Records, came out and then passed out in front of a Duane Reade. And before all that he stole a pretzel from some random cart and then proceeded to go into a hotel/apartment building. Apparently he was trying to convince the concierge that his dad was staying there in order to be let in. That obviously failed.
After walking around some more we hit the “munchies” phase. We went into a McDonald’s to eat and rest for a bit. Luis and Adrian bought way too much food while Eric was in the bathroom puking his insides. Even though he’s a huge pothead, Eric is very lightweight when it comes to alcohol. The only thing he handles well is beer.
So a few days later we went to the Museum of Natural History. Going drunk and stoned there is a sort of intellectual trip. The thing we were most interested in seeing was the Rose Center for Earth and Space. They have this thing called the Cosmic Pathway that shows how the universe formed since the Big Bang. An interesting thing we found was a little box describing the red shift phenomenon, which is important to know in order to understand why the assertion is made that the universe is expanding. It seems the people that made the exhibit thought that was extremely important because we found the same box describing the red shift at least four times. We thought that the fact that it appeared so many times was prove of how bad people’s attention spans really are. It’s ridiculous that it should appear so much, but then again, the regular attention span is horrible.
Thanksgiving weekend set me back greatly on my school work. I have to get ready for a group presentation for my neural bases of language class. I also have a ton of homework for German. I’ve neglected my workbook for quite some time. It’s biting me in the ass now that we have to have it done by Friday. ugh…
The case for smoking grass instead of drinking alcohol:
Fear and Loathing in New York was not the first (by a mile) and probably wont be the last time that my intolerance for alcohol, my urge tu party, my short term memory and my close aproximation to alcohol all meet at the same night to have, emm, One of those Days. The kinda day that, in hindsight, is funny as hell, but when your living it, its funny as hell, but you just stink of purge and can’t walk straight. The kinda day that, the morning after, you have trouble remembering where you are, probably because of all the brain cells you slaughtered the night before. The kinda day that you sorta, maybe, possibly promise yourself to not do that again, but not really. One of ‘em Days!
But I would much rather roll up a fatty, light it up in an NYU dorm bathroom with no ventilation, smoke buds with my buds till you can’t see three feet ahead of you because of the smoke (slight exageration…), and have a laugh out loud, mind blowing, pants wetting GOOD TIME!! And then let one of the dorky roommates enter cause he’s got to piss, and let him get a high cause of all the recicled smoke. GOOD TIME!! And then make sure to make an ass of yourself in someway or form, just as long as it’s funny, smart, interesting, beneficial to the buds (both buds), or all of the above. GOOD TIME!!
Quite literally, let the good times roll. And legalize it already, you bunch of fucking uptight prohibitionist Protestant dicks!!! ;o)