well, heres a lil something.....

hmm, i havent really posted in here lately..well..not my own thread anyways. i remeber i used to write lil stories in here, mainly for my amusement. but hell, i thought if anyone else read it and found it at least mildly etertaining for a few mintues, then i'd feel, a little satisfied that people actualy read my thoughts..the thoughts that im always thinking in my head.

well, i might as well write this down before i forget. yesterday was a good day. better than usual anyways. called my friend tamara, whos my main buddy, she's always up for anything and shares my random enthusiam. our oringal plan was to buy alot of weed, smoke alot of weed, and go swimming at the pool at my apartements, maybe go tanning. since i have that 'hawaiian tropic' tanning oil that is maybe like SPF 4. Which is probably bad for you, but hell, everything is bad for you, all around. you just get to the point where you'll do anything, or not do anything, simply because you know all in the end you're going to die anyways, so might as well not waste time worrying about why. but thats off subject. so anyways, so we got the weed from this guy at my old job, tamara had some left over warm rum, and so since i used to work at this deli, i just go in sometimes and get free sodas/food. so we just filled a big cup of dr.pepper and poured some rum in. we needed some cigarettes, so we headed to the 7-11. 7-11...thats headquarters. for most things.
tamara wanted newport menthols LIGHTs. For some reason, i dont like the sound of 'light'. sounds too...well, not strong enough. why pay money for a fucking cigarette pack if theyre only 'lights'. we strolled in 7-11, but tamara rushed back to her car to get her ID, since shes 18 and im not. stupid places always fucking card you. i hate the 'minor' laws. man, us "underage" people are so fucking discrimanted against. so they didn't have any LIGHTS, and i was thinking "good". and we settled for newport "mediums" whatever the fuck that was. but it was a good call, since she wanted lights, i just wanted normal menthols,and all they had was 'mediums'. so we kinda both got what we wanted. anyways, we were set, had the rum,free food, weed in the car. tried to open the car, locked. and we just realized tamara locked her car eyes inside her car when she went to get her ID. So, this sucked, and i wondered how long it would take us to break the car open, or get a tow-truck to open it, or how long it would take her sister to bring the spare key. im so impatient. so as we were waiting for her sister, i remebered i REALLY had to pee. you know when you have to go pee so bad, you can't concertate on anything else but "I GOTTA GO PEE!". so we walked to the fucking libary, which was closer than i thought. on the way, we found some yellow caution taped wrapped around a stop sign, and decided to take it and wrap it around ourselves like belts. just for funny. came back to car, smoked some cigarettes sitting on her car, each sharing to eachother what our "problems" were. mainly problems that were probably just in the mind. so her sister came with the key, and hot damn i just wanted to get the fuck outta that parking lot. got stoned driving back to the pool. so by this time, at the pool, eating that free food along with rum, i felt pretty good. we sat in the spa, and swam under water, and that was fun because it felt like i was under the ocean diving for lost treasures in the sunken titantic. we tried to call our friend kelly, so she can hang out with us, but she wouldnt fucking answer her phone. tamara tried to call her friend heather, whom ive never met to hang out with us too. since kelly NEVER answers her phone, we always just drop by her house unexpectly and make her go along with us on our day. we now just say each day we hang out "man, kelly didnt answer...lets go stalk her...hahahahaha". she was there, asleep. we decided to go get stoned and rent fear and loathing in las vegas and everyone spend the night at my house. not really a good idea, because my apartment is small, and we are loud, and you can hear EVERYTHING in this damn apartment. not to metion, my parents already think im a slut,druggie,alcholic...and they thinks all my friends are the same. my parents are really strict too..they never let me spend the night at anyones house. because they think im just going to party, and sneak out, have sex with numerous guys and drink and do drugs. which is probably what i WOULD do, but it's just insulting that my parents actualy think little ol' me would do that. but anyways, passing the bong around, and taking stupid pictures with a digital camera. not that i know how to work those things. i wasnt the one taking the pictures. so, put the movie on, i got so lost into it. everyone else was talking. i talked a little bit. mostly just to throw my opinons in our conversation bowl. heather, kept talking on the phone. i dont get how people can always talk on the phone. i mean, theres other THINGS going on around you. pay attention them, not the fucking phone man. after the movie, we went on my balcony and smoked some cigs. came back in and tried to do 'light as feather, stiff as a board.' im not really into all this witchcraft crap, but figure its just all for kicks. so me,heather and tamara tried to "lift" kelly. whipsering 'light as feather,stiff as a board' fast over and over again. its a fucking tounge twister man, after about 30 seconds into the thing, i realized i was now saying "light the better,sniff the floor, light as the bether,stiff as a ford." and we all started laughing. so this time we tried to lift tamara, and we decided to say the chant inside our heads, so we wouldnt burst up laughing. and maybe it worked, maybe not. i dont really care. even though we took some cafieene pills earlier, i was feeling pretty dizzy and sick, and tired. tamara just fell alseep. i jsut wanted to relax and listen to my mix burned cd with my mr.tambourine man and yardbirds. but kelly wanted to watch the 'sex in the city' dvd...so we popped into the stupid ps2. i hate dvds in a way. theres so much crap you have to do in order to get it to just fucking PLAY. at least with tapes, you just stick em the fucking VCR, press play ONCE, and just let it go. with the playstation, you have to push all these weird buttons in like your putting a cheat code in for vice city or something. i never even watched sex in the city. everyone always talks about it. but the only things i watch on tv are the simpsons, fresh prince of beliar, and conan o brien. even though people tell me some shows are GOOD and FUNNY, like 'sex in the city' and 'southpark'...i just never get around to actualy taking the time and watching it. whats the point? i got the simpsons. thats all i need. so, the show was kind of interesting,but nothing i really cared about. so heather next to me fell alseep. then kelly fell alseep. damn, it was cold in the room, everyone had fucking blankets besides me. but i hate blankets. i rather freeze than wear a blanket, or a jacket, or sweater. so as i was TRYING to go to sleep, but i could hear them all snoring and breathing LOUD. and man kelly, get snoring SO loud. i just couldnt concetrate. i kept talking to myself in my head like raoul duke. im usualy always the last one up out of all my friends at sleepovers, and it does have its downsides. maybe get a little scared. and can't fucking sleep because you have to hear them snore. at times like that, i just wanted to fall alseep FIRST, so i dont have to hear them. so i think from 5am to 10am, i got maybe one hour of a half dream half sleep state. in my 'dream' i thought 2 of my friends left. but when i snapped out of it , they were there. i could tell my mom was pissed off from last night, she knew we were smoking cigarettes in my room. of course, cigarettes have a more stronger smell then weed. so i hear my parents talking this morning and i was trying to listen. i knew they were talking about me. all i heard was 'eh, we cant trust jamie, shes already screwed up.' but thats what i expected them to say anyways. so everything was okay. kind of pissed, but i didnt care overall. my parents made everyone leave at fucking 11am, when everyone was still tired. i wasnt really tired, and im still not. because you know when you stay up till sunrise, the sun automaticaly wakes you up. and you feel likes a new day, so no time for sleeping. my room was a mess. i used to actualy CARE if my room was messy. now, i think, hell, its gonna get messy sooner or later, why waste time to clean it, right? but, thinking i should clean it, i just did it anyways. wasnt that bad. still leftover rum. stinky bong water smell on my hands mixed with cigarette ashes. oh, oops and i 4got to take a shower last night, oh well. so now as i write this long ass story, its 2:22 or something of the sort, and im waiting for my 'best' friend mayra to pick me up. so we can probably just hang out. she is my best friend, but, lately, i just found out me and my friends dont have alot in common. i mean theres things that i want to do, and not do, but i havent found anyone who does want to do those things and dont waste time on the other things. i realized they talk about alot of things i could really careless about. kind of made me, second thought everything in my whole life this morning. but then i thought, "oh well, just dont worry about any of it". and so i wasted my time this morning or afternoon, writing this. mainly because i was just in the mood. and also just to speed up time. i want mayra to pick me up already. im bored. *sigh*

 

LOL

 

I can't believe I actually read all that...sucks that your parents are pissed at you, and that you and your friends don't have much in common, but hey, at least it's someone to smoke with. I don' thave a single fuckin' thing in common with hardly anyone in my smoking circle, but we all get along just fine...great story though, enjoyed reading it, it killed some time

 

^ Lol yeah i kind of got immersed into the story, good story btw. Fun day.

 

Hahaha that sounds almost exactly like the majority of my plans for quite a long time.

 

sorry im tired i have no desire to read any of that

 

then why are you posting?

 

That was definitely worth reading.

"why pay money for a fucking cigarette pack if theyre only 'lights'." -DejaVoo

I'm laughing my ass off.

 

Yeah, that's the way it is over here too. I'm the hippie-type guy and they're a bunch of ICP followers (I say that because you can compare their lifestyle to the music they listen to--being ICP, a bunch of people wearing all black and dressed up like clowns with hatchets.. I guess)

You couldn't find a crazier group of people, really. The only thing we have in common is technology.

I get a headache thinking of ways to describe them without stereotyping.
I'll stop now, for my own health.

 

alright, kind of off topic from the thread...but one time i was playing guitar downtown hoping to make a few bucks, with my hair down in my face, some guys come by and ask me if i can play any "icp", and i thought they were joking, so i said "no...of course not...", but then i see later on as they walked away it was these guys who were all dressed up in icp yelling for their other friends, on the opposite side of me, so they walk up to each other and meet right infront of me...about 10 guys dressed in icp, and this just freaks the hell outta me, cause i didnt really believe people actually listen to that crap around here, learn something new everyday...but anyhow...


back to the story, i really liked it, took a little bit to actually get into, but i got sucked into it

especially this part

"my parents are really strict too..they never let me spend the night at anyones house. because they think im just going to party, and sneak out, have sex with numerous guys and drink and do drugs. which is probably what i WOULD do, but it's just insulting that my parents actualy think little ol' me would do that. but anyways, passing the bong around..."

 

thanks hey man, yes, killing time is always good. we're always USING time...killing it, loosing it, trying to soak it up for all its worth...but anyways, what song is that in yer sig (if thats even a song) because it sounds so damn familar.

or am i thinking of that song 'smiiiiling faaaces, smiiling faces telll liiiiies...they dont tell the truth!!' (LOL know what i mean?)

 

i only read all that because im really stoned

 

so he/she can throw their 2 cents in. Like I am doing now

 

Awesome story, theres some good laughs in there!