"Dear Diary, Today I stuffed some dolls full of dead rats I put in the blender." -JTHM

    So I was sitting in the salon in the process of getting a quart of gunky dye poured on my head, when I looked in the mirror and saw my best friend over to the left. Since he goes to Mass College of Pharmacy, he lives in Boston so I dont see him as often... Needless to say, it was an extreme surprise to see him walking into the salon. Silly Jay-Rad gettin' his hair cut.
    I was planning on going to Amherst with Graham to meet his best friend's girlfriend and just to party in general, so I decided to invite Jared. Cuz' everything is 10 times better when Jay-Rad is present. I finally got my hair evened out, so there is no ridiculous chunk missing, and I got it dyed black (even though it was pretty much black already). I wanted to get it red, but that would have involved color stripping and bleaching. And my hair is so weak that I knew there was no way it could handle that. So yeah... I went with the classic black.
It took 2 hours for them to finish and then I drove to my house to get something in my stomach before I had to drive two hours out to Amherst. (I had woken up at 1, and my hair-cut was at 3, and I can't eat after I just wake up... so yeah... I had breakfast at 5:30.) I elected myself to drive because well... *cough* graham can't drive *cough* (  ).
    So we got there and it turned out that Isaac's girlfriend wasn't even there for the weekend, but it was chill, cuz we chilled with Isaac and his friends. We were gonna play Beruit, but Graham opened the door to the dorm without checking the peep-hole; completely exposing our game table to the RA who was just coming by to tell us to turn the music down. So uh... we ended up going back to Isaac's dorm to sit and drink. But since I was driving, I didn't drink. Either way, they were drinking rum straight... and there was no way in hell I was doin' that.
    Most of the school was gone for the weekend, so there was no one there to even hang out with. We ended up leaving at 11:30 specifically because of that. And even going 90mph in a 65mph zone the whole drive back... it still took 2 hours. I enjoy driving late at night because that's when all the shit happens...

1. A pick-up truck whipped by me at about 120mph with it's gas tank open and plug completely hanging out.
2. A mini-van decided to take a U-turn at one of those "For police use only" breaks in the highway. And apparently he missed the turn, so he reversed down the Mass Pike in the far left lane. So I was coming behind him at 90mph, and I remember thinking, "Wow, I am coming up fast behind him." And then in a split second I realized that was because he was not only stopped... but moving backwards. I swerved out of the way just in time.
3. One minutes from my house I saw 2 police cars with their lights flashing, and when I passed I saw a kid my age performing the whole "walk in a straight line" shit, and on the top of his car were bottles of alcohol and bags of drugs. I felt so mutherfuckin' bad for him. Although he brought it on himself for carrying shit in his car and driving drunk... I still couldn't get it outta my mind for the next hour. Like I felt so much empathy for him it was frustrating.

    Yeah, so on the ride back we spent alot of the time reminising on the past. Like how great DXM was, and all the drug experiences I've had. How Jared and I met and all the shit we used to do. And then Graham and I began to talk about the begining of our relationship, and it was nice to remember all of that. It was uber nostalgic. But I find that always happens, the later it is at night the thinner the veil between consciousness and unconsciousness is. So I find my imagination and memory are better and overall just more lucid at night.

In conclusion: that was my weekend.

And on a completely unrelated note, here's a sexy collage extravaganza: