Get crunked up.

So it took me almost an hour to read all the LJ posts from the weekend, but I felt proud of our little survey! Perhaps it shall be circulated widely....

I'm going to work backwards in detailing my weekend. Why? Well, you shall find out. First of all I woke up this morning and I was totally exhausted and still high. Damn. Yesterday I went to the Lambda Launch, helped with registration, enjoyed the cruise, helped them take down the banners, and by 5 pm our help was no longer needed so I left with the interns (and my friend De___) and we went back to my house where we watched Sex & the City, Queer as Folk, and got pretty fcking wrecked. I don't smoke up very often (couple times a year) and when I do I tend to overdo it, only because I have the ability to smoke a lot and it doesnt increase my highness -- it only increases the longevity of it. I really need to remember this. So basically, it's been about 12 hours since I took a hit, and i'm feeling very comfortably right now, so to speak. Luckily, it's been a very good high, and I've enjoyed just being in my head. sometimes I smoke isht and get this weird specific type of paranoia -- where I'm always trying to figure out where people are around me and make sure that everyone's there. So I'll totally spend 10 minutes doing a head count over and over again, making sure no one left the room. Then sometimes people leave the room and I notice it, but forget, then they come back in and I freak out and start the head count again. Hmm. But that's about the only side effect I have while high, and it's usually failry mild. So yeah, yesterday was good.

On Saturday I spent 4 hours with Damon trying to find the Gorillaz album. Everyone was out of except one store which want 16 dollars for it and I just could justify it. Don't ask me why. Because I spent that much money on other albums. Including the new Daft Punk on vinyl. It rocks. So with my fun new purchases I was ready to take on the house party. Perhaps I should also mention that on Saturday it was in the upper 90's and extremely humid. It sucked. And the apartment with the party did have a/c, but I set up my decks near a window and a fan and it was all good. I had a lot of fun, and the party was small and cool, and I wasn't feeling very social which is perfect for DJing because you can be in the corner by yourself and you end up looking cool instead of like a wallflower. The party ended early -- around 12:30 or 1, my friend Dan drove my stuff home and in exchange we went to Big Chicks and I bought him a drink. This bar is my new favorite gay establishment, because on the weekends it's packed with interesting boys -- not the cookie-cutter gym boys from down in Lakeview. So we just people watched and drank orange juice and danced a little. I had a great time with him and I even stayed behind a bit longer by myself and scoped out some boys. It's fun playing the little eye contact/checkin out game.

On Friday night, I got home after work, and chatted for about an hour with my friend Me___ out in Arizona, which was cool because we hadn't "talked" in a really long time. We've been keeping up via e-mail, but she was tripping when she heard my voice, because its been almost a year since she heard it. I went to bed early, but got awakened at midnight because Melanie called. We chatted for about half an hour (yay!) and then I couldn't go back to sleep, so I stayed up until 2 am finishing the book "Mysterious Skin".

So that was my weekend in reverse. My friend just sent me a pic from the party on Saturday, so i'm going to try and post it next....

Last night a DJ saved my life.

Why yes, that is Mr. Raymond.

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I finally had some lunch, spoke briefly with Melanie on the phone, purchased the Gorillaz album, and I can now safely say that I'm no longer high and/or hungover in any fashion. I'm not even that tired. But I am looking forward to having a quiet evening alone to do laundry, clean up the apt, and go to bed early. Maybe take a nap in there as well.

I didn't get to chat for too long, since she was at work, and I only had limited time to eat, but I feel all dumb, because every time I talk to her on the phone, I feel all weird like I need to get off the phone right away. Why am I a freak? It's like not talking to her makes me stressed out, then talking to her reminds me that she's far away and it stresses me out. I'm such a freak.

But anyway, she got both of my letters finally. The one I mailed almost a week ago, plus the letter I included with the FedEx. So part of the problem is that I've said everything, with the exception of my activities from Saturday and Sunday, which aren't that elaborate or interesting. I'm pretty much aiming to have her fully caught up on my life when I go out there, and then it won't be a competition for telling stories -- I can just hear all about what's up in her life. Only 11 more days until I see her! Yay.

I'm getting ready to fill out the lease application for "the new place". This will be the first time since the name change, so I hope it does fck anything up. I also hope they don't contact any former landlords, since that could be weird and confusing. I'm just glad I don't have to overhear anything, I guess. My current landlord seemed fine with the name change and I could have just stayed on, and they'll testify that all rent checks were on time and cleared. So that should hopefully be enough. I sometimes think that if landlords call current landlords and employers and both rec's are good, they don't even run a credit check. So they might not even come across the name change thing. We'll see.

I should get back to work....Only an hour and a half left.

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Ok, I get the feeling that most folks who read my journal are either regular weed smokers, or they never touch the stuff. I am someone who's only done pot (though I"m interested in perhaps trying ecstasy at some point) and I only smoked it for the first time about 2 years ago. If I thought really hard, I could probably count every single time I've had it, and I guarantee it wouldn't be more than a dozen times. So anyway, I just wanted to jot down a couple of things about my experience last night and no one should feel compelled to either do intervention for doing drugs, or intervention for being a dork. And I also hope for those with whom this is old hat, that they wouldn't think I'm some newbie geek. I'm a textbook case for a recreational drug user, and I understand that not everyone is.

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