After not sleeping Thursday night, my plans to take a nap after class were thwarted after my two friend's picked me up on Pratt street to go to Fells Point.
After much debate over whether to buy something at the head shop, I decided to leave that purchase for another day and settled for playing with the molting cockatoo for 20 minutes instead of seriously browsing the goods.
Having only eaten a luke-warm egg bagel with cream cheese that morning, as the hours passed I began to feel the effects of hunger and exhaustion setting in and delirium hit. After much deliberation of what to put into our stomachs, we drove back "uptown" to XS for sushi and dumplings. Stopping back at the Gateway we helped ourselves to cherry chip and cheesecake ice cream before going to my companions apartment to watch Religuous and become enraged accordingly.
The rest of my night is a blur of nudity, a random guy I've met once apparently kissing me on the cheek and complimenting my ass while I was passed out on the part of the floor covered in pillows, a certain horrible kind of water being spilled on my hair, and many many photoshoots.
As today is Saturday I am trying to brace myself for another evening of debauchery, though I am not sure my abused body can handle any more of the same right now.
I often ponder what my college experience would be like without the aid of certain substances to have the most fun possible. I wonder how I survived high school without socializing with barely anyone and sleeping all weekend.
I think about how different I am now from only a couple years ago and try to imagine how much more fucked up I'll be in a couple more years.
As long as I know when to stop I'll be OK. Until then, this is what I live for. Because I can't think of any better ways to pass the time.
And that's really really sad, but it's really really true.
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