I’m in sf. My head is killing me and my eyelids are magnetically attracted to each other. I had some “special” brownies last night, no I’m sorry, I had one brownie last night and now I feel like terrible.
I don’t do drugs… ever, really. Last night was a little reminder of why. I can honestly say that I hate the feeling of being stoned. I can’t concentrate and I feel (and act) like an idiot. It’s just not for me. I’m still suffering. Last night this girl kept talking to me about life and was trying to explain something and I had try so hard to keep from yelling “Shut up! I don’t care! Are you aware of how many times you just said ‘youknow’?” It was torture.
Good news is that I picked up a license agreement for the dorms, bad news is that I would be getting a double. I saw them last night and it would totally be an invasion of my personal space. I don’t mean to sound spoiled or anything but I am used to having my own room and my own private space. If I’m going to be sharing a tiny room with someone they have to be related, or very close friends.
so I will be looking for an apartment.