I'm in Love

Thanks to Antonio, Vanessa, Patricia and Erik, I was put into a better mood. The day started off pretty cruddy; I couldn't even read my mind was so pre-occupied. After talking to the likes of Antonio and Vanessa, I swam out of the sulky water. Mind you I was still wading waist deep.

Out of the blue, Patricia asked me if I wanted to accompany her to the mall. She had to buy some things and I was bored, so it was a perfect match. About a moment after making these plans, Erik phones inquiring about my plans for this evening. I told him that I had just made plans, but I'd probably be free to catch up with him later.

Much time was spent in the mall wondering around. Patricia received a very good deal on a cell phone; she paid $120 instead of $250. After the mall endeavor was all good and done, I was dropped off at Erik's. There he showed me an awesome way of smoking pot:

THC burns at a lower temperature than what it would take for the pot to combust. In his travels he had picked up a vapourizer, which was essentially a very bright light which would exceed temperatures of 200 degrees Celsius. The vapourizer heats the weed to a certain degree, and the THC would burn. Using an easy apparatus, you simply inhale the THC smoke. I must say, this is the only way to smoke; I had such a good trip. (Actually, I'm still sure I'm a tad high). We sat in his back yard, facing his garden, and smoked a small amount of weed for about an hour and a half. I could not have been any more mellow.

On one of our adventures while high, we passed by an apartment and watched an old couple dancing through the window. For some reason--probably due to the weed--the couple looked as if they were floating; they were so graceful. I also came up with a wicked theory about the multiple personality disorder. It probably won't make a lot of sense and I will probably come off as sounding retarded, but I digress. Whenever you talk to yourself, there's always another little voice arguing or agreeing with you. It's exactly like Homer Simpson when he's always talking to his "brain". Anyways, a normal person would seem to have two voices, or two distinct personalities; one voice wants to do one thing and the other voice wants to do another. What if the multiple personality disorder made it so the two voices didn't know about each others existence? Okay, I've just read how stupid that last sentence sounded, so I'm going to move on.

So yeah. Long story short: Erik and I caught up on some old times.

And now I sleep.