Someone took a dump on the bridge that I have to cross to get to some of my classes. I want to ask, how drunk do you have to be?! But then I remember that someone took a dump on a couch at my high school right after a wrestling meet...
A hypnotist came to my school, and a friend of mine bought one of his CD's. He ripped it and gave me the hard copy. I decided to listen to it. I do not remember anything from between when the guy was putting me under and when the guy was counting down from five to wake me up. I couldn't move my arm for the rest of the day without pain shooting from my elbow to my hand and back.
To the slow ones out there, the arm pain wasn't from the hypnotist messing with me. It was because of the way I was lying on my desk. This should seem obvious, but I've already encountered two situations where I had to explain this.
I've learned that when I'm raging, I shouldn't talk to my friends. Now one of them is avoiding talking to me. I wasn't angry at that friend, but he sure got to listen to me rage about other things.
Part of the rage was due to this jerk in one of my classes. He showed up late one day, took an excessive amount of time to close the door quietly, came over to where I was sitting, bumped into me and my classmate, picked up my backpack (which was leaning against my chair), threw it behind my classmate (who was on the other side of me), got in the empty seat next to me, sat down, and put his backpack on the other side of him. I made mostly empty plans of stabbing him in the leg with my pen if he decided to do it again. Instead, he sat next to someone else and made those people miserable. I now understand why someone introduced him to the class as "This is Cook, he has no friends."
Which really happened. I promise. Except I changed the name.
Tonight I found out that my dorm is perfect for hot boxing. The air vents in our rooms take the air from our room, cool it down or heat it up, and place it back in our room. The only way you get new air is if you open your door or window. I found this out because the smell of pot has been exploring my building this evening, and a friend of mine's father works for the campus maintenance. We concluded that either someone was getting high in front of an input vent in a hall, or was walking around while high. My bet is on the latter due to the irregular schedule of the odor visiting my hallway.
My room is finally clean, and my homework is finally almost done, so if my work schedule is light this weekend, I might just be able to finally transform my room into a castle. This is very exciting.
Every day, I increasingly feel that my friends think I'm lying about everything I say. I know I stretch the truth a bit sometimes, but someone really did take a dump on the bridge. That asshole really did throw my backpack. I really do know what hot boxing is. This is why I can't tell them that I sped time up, and that I can't figure out how to slow it back down again.
I'm serious about that. I can't figure it out. They're gonna be mad when they find out life is short because I got impatient once.
"I stand up next to a mountain, and I, I chop it down with the edge of my hand." -Jimi Hendrix
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