space cowboy

an old picture from sometime last month i think at oasis in timog. it was a nice place, but not the kind of place for really socializing with new people. the music was too loud so i could barely hear what the others were saying, so i was pretty much left to smoke and drink myself to death. i actually ended up throwing up four times and me, being the shameless twat i am, didn't even bother to go to the bathroom. a lot of people tell me it's so embarrassing to puke in public, but when you're drunk you don't give a fuck about anything. i'll puke and sleep wherever i want! i ended up puking down the stairs as well, and on my way down people were cheering because i must have been so wrecked looking.

but these past few weeks i've been so unhealthy! i feel so bleh all the time, i should really start going to the gym. i've been smoking weed all the time these past few couple of weeks, and weed itself isn't really bad, it's just the munchies. we start smoking around 1am, pop in a movie, take a few more tokes, and then around 3-4am we order fast food (chicken and spaghetti) and it's been like that everyday now. i can't keep eating all this junk, but at the same time there's nothing to do but smoke it up. which is sad, but it's the truth. and it's hard to stop when  a) there's like an endless supply of it, and b) it's free.
we don't even smoke out of a proper bong it's just a fucking crack pipe my cousins use for shabu (meth). the pipe gets so hot, your lips start to blister if you puff too long.

mental gear

It's been pretty hectic these past few months. I experienced amphetamine-psychosis for the first time last month. Would not wish it on anyone. It's scary, and I guess I can somewhat understand how the paranoid schizophrenics feel. I used to think psychosis could never happen to me, that I'd never hurt myself that much, that I wouldn't be dumb enough to take 200mg of any drug. But things change, and when you're young, you think you're invincible, like you're goddamn immortal and nothing can touch you. Still, I kind of enjoy the experience. Well, not exactly enjoy, but at least I'm grateful for the experience. Which is strange I guess, but then, I'm strange too. It's a long story, so I'll put it under a read-more.

Anyway, since I'm grounded, and I'm bored and still going through the vyvanse blues, I've got a lot of free time on my hands. But here's a bunch of things that I might possibly doing, things that I'm planning.

1| go to singapore (!!) sometime during sem. break
2| go to baler in aurora, philippines for some surfing 
3|  take pictures of my campus/dorm room 
4|  learn how to blow smoke rings