Damn, I used to just chill with my friends while passin a bowl around, hang out, laugh at stupid shit... but college, though I do enjoy it, sucks. It sucks in the sense that I hardly ever get to see mi amigos, smoking and non-smoking. It gets pretty lonely blazin by yourself in the dorm room.

And I really really miss my best friend; she wanted to try to smoke with me once, but she's always been a heavyweight. So I don't know if it's just naturally harder for her to get high or it's because it was her first time, but she had a good 7, 8, 9 hits of some dank shit--I can't remember how many hits exactly--and coughed up a lung, but apparently, it never got any better than a slight buzz, as in a slight slight buzz. And I felt so bad for her, because I was stoned outta my mind by just the fourth hit, and I hated leaving her out of it, but there wasn't really anything I could do about it at that point. She said she's not gonna try again; she really coughed her brains out, and it was definitely not pleasant for her. But oh well. I love her to death, and we always have fun when we get together anyways.

Still, I would LOVE to see what kinda time we would have if we were both baked. Usually though, we drink hurricanes and get anywhere between tipsy and drunk together and play some Rock Band... I imagine it would be a somewhat similar experience, but without the choking to death part. Maybe one day I can try again and corrupt my heavyweight drinking champion even further... here's to an optimistic outlook for the future.

I'm going home this weekend for Fall Break. I'm gonna hang out with as many friends as possible before returning to my party-less, estrogen-overloaded, testosterone-deprived, women's college experience...
Hooray Salem!