I fucking love everyone wearing costumes and getting fucked up. Possibly favorite time of the year.
holy shit my life is complete. I am never moving from my computer again.
But I don’t want to post anything. Ever. I just want to follow cool celebrities and see what they’re doing at like 2am on a Friday night. I’d like to imagine they’re getting belligerently fucked up.
One year ago today was the first time I ever tripped. My friend Tim and I each ate an eighth that Friday at like 2pm. I don’t even know how to describe the feelings I had. Since then I’ve tripped tons, but nothing has ever been able to recreate the way that trip felt. It’s probably because I had never done it, and now I know what to expect, but the absolute confusion that I felt that day is the one thing I’ve looked for in psychedelics since then. Remembering what I did on that trip, the things I realized, the emotional problems I had…has it really been a year? I distinctly remember that it was while tripping that I reached out to my ex girlfriend for the first time in months. I never took that break up well, and mushrooms brought me a few more months of happiness in talking to her. I vividly remember the songs I listened to and staring at the iTunes visualizer (All of Deja Entendu and The Devil And God Are Raging Inside Me), the conversations I had, even the random running around in Majora’s Mask and not understanding the point. It really had such an incredible impact on my life, almost so much that it doesn’t seem real? These little dried fungus that I randomly bought at a different campus from some drunk dude…how could this completely change who I am? Sure I listen to some of the same music as before, but my frame of focus has completely shifted. I have the same best friends, but everyone else in my life has been replaced by hippies and other people that share this “new” world view with me. The person I was then and the person I am now are just….so different. Since then Tim stopped going to school with me, which blows since he was my best friend. It worked out pretty nicely that he happens to be coming to visit tonight. I wonder if he realizes what today is…if he has put any thought into reflecting on what happened that day, or what has happened since.
Their first CD, 77, is so god damn good. SO so good. And Speaking In Tongues is even fucking better.
Edit: wow, better remove ‘The’ or else I might be crucified
YUP. You betta believe it