I'm not going to lie, I still feel a little bit high...


So we went camping, which was really more like trespassing, but it was okay because we started a fire.


It was a mile and half long walk into the woods, there was nature everywhere you looked... but it was kind of cool, I guess.

WE started by making a fire, and everyone there was pretty useless at it, because everyone wanted Bror to help but he was being an emopants and laughing at everyone else, so I did it myself, but the firepit was real small so that the fire kept spilling out... no big deal.

So Cash had left his weed int he car, and you know that joke about how many stoners does it take to walk through the woods to get a bag? There isn't one? Well, there should be because it was hilarious. An hour later and after three failed attempts they return, While Maria, Adam, AJ and I had a long discussion about cultural ethnocentric views and their effect on the geo-political climate today.

I kid you not, that was our conversation, and that was before getting high.

So I got kind of drunk, and went to sleep, But Maria dragged me from my relatively warm sleeping bag to lay with her and keep her warm, and after about an hour I decided fuck this and started the fire up again...

and that's when it started to rain.

We packed up, I thought for a few hours that I had left my keys, school and state ID behind until I found them in my robe pocket, And I've been sleeping pretty consistently since.

Too bad that no cute/gay guys showed up.

Sometimes you just have to steal your friends' cigarettes.