You know what looks like poop?? Chocolate pudding. It really does. It has the same texture that I would give poop. Anyways. Just something my stoner-head thought of.
Yesterday I came back to la cite. And I went to Pita Pit with Dawn and went to meet Ian's mom at their place. She's crazy. A little weird, but cool. We were playing cribbage (yeah, i know. And tell me that weed is a dangerous drug... we play cribbage for fuck's sake.) and I'm sucking at the math part, where you have to add up to 15 or 31. She's starts making fun of me for it, and says like "You must be an Arts student." And I'm like "HeY!" and then Ian tells her that I AM in sciences, and she goes, "You must be in Biology. Biologists can't do math, if they could, they'd be physicists!" What the fuck man, that just hurts a guy's feelings. Then she asks "How are you doing in math, by the way?" and... sadly... not that well lately...
But anyways, we all drank 40's and played cribbage and then socialbles. At some point Ian's mother went to bed, and Ian left with Sean and his friends. So I invited Dawn up and she came for some wholesome cuddling. Then I slept till an hour ago and made this pipe out of a coca-cola can. The name: "Toke-a-cola." I like "Fruit-toke-ia" better as a name, but Toke-a-cola is wayyy better to hit from.
So now: a shower, a little calculus action, maybe some physics reading..., calling dawn to see if she's out of bed yet, maybeeeee going out tonight...
I can't imagine how much it would suck to go to university in the States where you guys don't have bars or clubs you can go to. I mean, I'm sure you manage and everything, but "going out" is what I live for. Like, I don't think I could live without my Brutopia or BDP.
