Yesterday was a day of joy and festivities for many in America and around the world. It was a day of peace, laughter and friendship. It was 4/20. I started off the day by hanging out with a friend I haven’t seen in forever. We used to hang out a little but I quit after he told me he liked me because we weren’t close enough to have that not really be awkward; but yesterday was a joyous occasion so I figured “why not?” We smoked some bowls and it was actually a lot of fun until we were sitting in his room with nothing to do. I hate making decisions. With every fiber in my body I hate it. I always feel like I’m letting them down or something. But yesterday I had to. It was either sit in his room and risk having a move made on me, or give him something else we should do and not care whether he wants to or not. That’s what girls are supposed to do anyway right? So I said we should go down the street to the coffee shop. I could tell he didn’t want to but I had no choice.
We got there and it was a freakin kid parade. There were children and mature looking adults everywhere, which was awkward because Ricky and I stuck out like a sore thumb. I had a hippy looking dress on, and green leather jacket, and eyes as red as the target logo (it felt like); Ricky had Rasta colored t-shirt, pot leaf earrings, and some stoner related sweatshirt. I hate when people dress like that. I wish everyone could dress like an upstanding member of society. I mean my dress wasn’t that bad, except I had crazy red squinty eyes, but when people wear Rasta colors and baggy stuff and pot earrings it just gets excessive. What’s wrong with NOT making it blatantly obvious that you break the law? I don’t know I’m probably over reacting, but still…
Anyway we were sitting there for a while, nothing to talk about, nothing to do, nothing to smoke. I decided to make up an excuse that I had to go home and change into warmer clothes since I would be walking to Heathers house. I don’t know if he bought it but it got me out of there faster.
After Ricky’s I really did go to Heathers we each did one hit of acid and smoked a little since I had work in a little bit and she had to do something for work. Since it was just one hit it didn’t really affect us and we were maybe just a little gigglier than we would have been if it was just weed. I went to work and made some awesome tips. Awesome enough to buy two more hits of acid… and that’s what I did.
So after work Heather and I bought four more and each took two. Acid is absolutely terrible tasting so it’s a good thing it’s your tongue that goes numb first. The second time around was a ton more fun but I think three or four hits is ideal for me. We watched life of pi twice and laughed our acids off (pun intended). We also rolled around on her floor, danced, oohed and ahhhed at the beautiful patterns in the air, ventured up and down the same block about three times, and had a snow pea fight. Not to mention the twenty minutes to an hour we spent laughing about oversized blankets that we had begun to call our “warrior robes”. It all sounds incredibly stupid, but it was a total blast. I don’t think there is a way to describe what acid is like to someone who has never tried it, but I can say that it’s impossible not to be happy and you will find yourself laughing at absolutely everything. For a good long while during the night I was determined to find paper so I could draw what I was seeing in mid-air, or write a story; the only problem was that I was just sitting there. I don’t know if I was expecting it to just appear in my hand or what. I ended up not drawing a picture OR writing a story which I really regret. Ah well I’m sure I’ll have another chance before I know it.
On a totally different note, I got a weight loss compliment yesterday!!! My first one in a long time! It was, “[Rosie] have you lost weight?! For some reason you look tinier than normal!” I just got all bashful and started blushing profusely because even though I’m not attracted to the guy that said it, it was still a guy that said it… I’m so pathetic haha.
I wish last night didn’t end. Today I come home to my dad bringing up stuff about my mom that I don’t want to hear; he just knows it’ll make me angry. And the angrier I get the calmer he pretends to be which makes me more angry. Its a little game he plays and he won’t admit it or apologize for it. Out of all the people in the world, he’s the most frustrating to be mad at. If I’m mad at my mom I’ll ignore her or go to my room. Mad at my step mom? I’ll give her the silent treatment for a couple days and get over it. The problem with my dad is that if one gives him the silent treatment he either won’t notice or won’t care because he never listens to anything anyways! But I can’t yell at him because if I even get mad at him he’ll take away the few things he gives me, like help with remodeling my closet (which still isn’t done), or giving me a hundred dollars like twice a year. And he makes me feel bad about it too like I’m asking for too much. I’m a teenage girl, living in expensive ass America, in a reasonably upper middle class family. I shouldn’t have to feel ashamed for wanting more than two hundred bucks for clothes shopping. Not to mention most kids parents buy them a car or give them a car when they get to High School or get their license. My dad is temporarily paying for a car, but I have to pay him back for it unless I was a 1,500 car that will cost more in fix ups than the car it’s self. Ok ok I’m done ranting about my dad. I’ll probably give him the silent treatment anyway even if he doesn’t notice or care.
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