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So two days ago, I had like a day that was straight up Apocalypse Now, I got up late, was running behind schedule on everything. Like you ever have one of those days, like You just woke up and are in the 6th circle of Hell? Yeah, that was Tuesday for me, I was running late on my interview with Nef, and had to double task of grading papers while interviewing her. I took off for campus, 20 minutes late to TA a class in which the students really do need help to understand some difficult abstract concepts as well as grade their take home exams. I was 30 minutes late for class, and got drilled by the professor for not being on time like 2 times in a row. Then I had to return 4 calls that were important cause peeps were waitning on input before they could take action. I lost 3 out of those 4 calls due to no signal. I then had to take a test over the integral economics and future trends, which barely studied for, hoping for a B on that test.
So I get home and thank God Need To helped me out, the debate was going well, till I lost power on the patio and ran through the house trying to find a charger that would not reveal herself, found it 45 minutes later in the car.
Right about then, a car shows up, I had totally forgotten this was the night that my friend/ weed connection was supposed to come over and I could re stock. Got enough to last me till Thanksgiving. LOL, Anyway my Uncle is in Montecatini Italy, so I decided to have my friend come over have a cup of corfee and we would chat bout his job, he works as a bartender at a fine dining, trendy restaurant with my ex, talk about my ex and how much of a tight ass, OCD embodied as a hawtie, j/k she doesnt have OCD, and this is a disorder I strongly empathize with. She did warn me when we were together and I first got to C&C, that posting a pic of her is a big no no. Well seeing as how she talks shit about me to all her friends, some of them I have to work with as we both are in related fields, all bets are off. I'm gonna start sending out her 'intimate pics' for K, an idea that I got from a poster here. -Yeah, I may be indifferent to the X now, but I'm not gonna do that.- But I will post her up, as I know that would piss her off.
I was looking forward to just chillin with this cat, cause he is on point, he digs getting philosophical and funny as hell. Well, he couldn't make it, it's an hour drive from the restaurant, his girlfriend explained to me as she got out of the car.
She's a hawtie, but no, i'm not Lartinos.... lol. She's brought a friend and the two girls and I chlled in the house. So, we roll one up to burn down, and the green is divine, the best shit I easily have smoked all year, shit hits like its hash, but it aint. So we are chilling in my Uncles pad upstairs in the sunken living room:
I'm exhausted and am afraid that after I burn, I'm just gonna pass out. We are just chllin in the sunken living room and somehow we get into the convo bout their days, oh I know how, cause I steered it that way. When Its my turn they got to hear for like an hour how fucked up, behind schedule and how I need to learn to plan better. Stoned peeps make the best listeners, lol. I then talk bout C&C, by this time I am so high, that making even making ourselves some tea, when I smoke I become English, is like so much more difficult than usual, love getting high, but hate how simple things become monumental tasks.
So here these two poor stoned 20 somethings having to listen to about my suckiness at betting, how Mizzou is struggling and this bothers me, and the new Ombudsman postion. They are balls deep in some bad convo. Hey, I gave time to talk bout themselves, and I'm buying in bulk, and I'm not paying up till they I feel like I've unloaded all my baggage. So, now they get to hear how like I was holding an interview and asked Smurf to help me out by thinking up some questions. Smurf never got back to me, and being me, I felt let down. Before I crashed I listened to this classic. If you know the origin behind this song and the story of Phil calling out a dude in concert who abandoned a person stuck at sea then this will make sense. Yeah, I could relate to sending out a distress dignal and not getting any help. LOL, I felt what Phil was talking bout.
Like after 3 hours at my pad and they kinda sober up, the chics leave, I made sure that we talked bout shit like why guys don't talk bout shit, legalization, and I think we also talked bout how frat boys are posers. They were both undergrads who attended USF. I was an SAE, but didn't let these two granola eatin, green peace types know this. Anyway, they left and like I was high and just reflecting how weird and hectic the day was. I then realized that the whole day was a lesson bout me needing to plan better and stop making promises I can't keep, so I don't let people down, then it he that Smurf was really teaching me a lesson by not helping me out, so I could feel what it feels like to be let down.
Smurf, You are a genius, using some of that Taoist wisdom " Using some of that eastern knowledge of the 'The best teacher teaches without saying a thing'
I feel ya. lol
Moderatin like no other lol
You should be elevated to EF Sage.
Had to share what goes in my dome 2 nights ago and the valuable lesson I learned from EF and Smurf.
Thanx.
So I get home and thank God Need To helped me out, the debate was going well, till I lost power on the patio and ran through the house trying to find a charger that would not reveal herself, found it 45 minutes later in the car.
Right about then, a car shows up, I had totally forgotten this was the night that my friend/ weed connection was supposed to come over and I could re stock. Got enough to last me till Thanksgiving. LOL, Anyway my Uncle is in Montecatini Italy, so I decided to have my friend come over have a cup of corfee and we would chat bout his job, he works as a bartender at a fine dining, trendy restaurant with my ex, talk about my ex and how much of a tight ass, OCD embodied as a hawtie, j/k she doesnt have OCD, and this is a disorder I strongly empathize with. She did warn me when we were together and I first got to C&C, that posting a pic of her is a big no no. Well seeing as how she talks shit about me to all her friends, some of them I have to work with as we both are in related fields, all bets are off. I'm gonna start sending out her 'intimate pics' for K, an idea that I got from a poster here. -Yeah, I may be indifferent to the X now, but I'm not gonna do that.- But I will post her up, as I know that would piss her off.
I was looking forward to just chillin with this cat, cause he is on point, he digs getting philosophical and funny as hell. Well, he couldn't make it, it's an hour drive from the restaurant, his girlfriend explained to me as she got out of the car.
She's a hawtie, but no, i'm not Lartinos.... lol. She's brought a friend and the two girls and I chlled in the house. So, we roll one up to burn down, and the green is divine, the best shit I easily have smoked all year, shit hits like its hash, but it aint. So we are chilling in my Uncles pad upstairs in the sunken living room:
I'm exhausted and am afraid that after I burn, I'm just gonna pass out. We are just chllin in the sunken living room and somehow we get into the convo bout their days, oh I know how, cause I steered it that way. When Its my turn they got to hear for like an hour how fucked up, behind schedule and how I need to learn to plan better. Stoned peeps make the best listeners, lol. I then talk bout C&C, by this time I am so high, that making even making ourselves some tea, when I smoke I become English, is like so much more difficult than usual, love getting high, but hate how simple things become monumental tasks.
So here these two poor stoned 20 somethings having to listen to about my suckiness at betting, how Mizzou is struggling and this bothers me, and the new Ombudsman postion. They are balls deep in some bad convo. Hey, I gave time to talk bout themselves, and I'm buying in bulk, and I'm not paying up till they I feel like I've unloaded all my baggage. So, now they get to hear how like I was holding an interview and asked Smurf to help me out by thinking up some questions. Smurf never got back to me, and being me, I felt let down. Before I crashed I listened to this classic. If you know the origin behind this song and the story of Phil calling out a dude in concert who abandoned a person stuck at sea then this will make sense. Yeah, I could relate to sending out a distress dignal and not getting any help. LOL, I felt what Phil was talking bout.
Like after 3 hours at my pad and they kinda sober up, the chics leave, I made sure that we talked bout shit like why guys don't talk bout shit, legalization, and I think we also talked bout how frat boys are posers. They were both undergrads who attended USF. I was an SAE, but didn't let these two granola eatin, green peace types know this. Anyway, they left and like I was high and just reflecting how weird and hectic the day was. I then realized that the whole day was a lesson bout me needing to plan better and stop making promises I can't keep, so I don't let people down, then it he that Smurf was really teaching me a lesson by not helping me out, so I could feel what it feels like to be let down.
Smurf, You are a genius, using some of that Taoist wisdom " Using some of that eastern knowledge of the 'The best teacher teaches without saying a thing'
I feel ya. lol
Moderatin like no other lol
You should be elevated to EF Sage.
Had to share what goes in my dome 2 nights ago and the valuable lesson I learned from EF and Smurf.
Thanx.
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