01-27 – 11:07am.

01-27 – 11:07am.

FUT2 training today. Yeehaw. I went over to Bryan’s house yesterday afternoon to hang out and get some music writing done, which was somewhat successful. After about 5 or 6 his roommate Quinn came home and we played craps for a while with the pennies from my penny jar. Er, one yen coins, I suppose. Screw it, pennies. Anyway, that was fun and then Bryan went to pick up his goodies, which I correctly anticipated would be missing one from the total when he got home. So last night was hanging out with his etarded ass and listening to him play guitar and sorta write music.
The best part was when he started to kinda insinuate directly to his roommate that his roomie didn’t like him all the best or that there was tension, and I kinda had to distract Bryan from this course as well, he and I were sober and as I told Ash this morning, “Sometimes people do things on E that normally wouldn’t be entirely appropriate.”

I stayed the night there last night, though I question my judgment today. I spent too much money, as anticipated, and accomplished little, honestly. I know the initial response to a comment like that is, ‘that’s just cause you didn’t join in’ but the fact is there are several kinds of people that do E. There are several kinds of behaviors which are brought out by E. Frankly, I tend to like one particular kind. See, some people wanna chill out and watch movies, some people, like Bryan, wanna sit down with a guitar and write some good heartfelt music. Some people are party animals, and go clubbing and dance all night and bring the heart of Cancun to wherever they are. Others, like myself and Greg, prefer small, in-group company, good techno, backrubs and generally being completely stupid and child-like.

It’s specifically the in-group company that is my point of contention with last night. See, I really think that drugs are the kind of thing that have to be done with, and only with, other people doing not only drugs as well, but the same drugs. See, mixing coke heads with etards is generally a bad idea. Mixing trippers with sober people, yea really doesn’t work. There’s just no patience for the mild psychosis drugs inflict on the user. When you get four or five people together however who are all rolling, in a safe, isolated environment, it’s all good. Cause at least then people all are on the same level, assuming they're the same kind of drug personality, which is something of great importance to Greg and I. The thing about drugs is that you really need to know yourself, your drug, and your dose. This is why you really have to scope out the people you’re going to do drugs with, cause there’s nothing worse than clashing personalities, just as in any social situation, but amplified here. First timers are always fun though, cause aside from the inevitable minor freak out as their body desperately tries to hold on to sobriety, you can really provide an atmosphere that lends itself to an intensely good experience.

Anyway, enough drug talk. I have to go to work. I’m sure all appendix this with delightfully meaningless information about training as soon as I return.

7:18pm

Training was just fine, uneventful as suspected. I’m now qualified to give level up’s, though I’ve already given one, whoops. Afterwards I went to dinner with Alana and Chantel, to the tempura place near the station, which was nice, except for the part where we somehow got onto the topic of borderline disorder, and had to talk about cutters, and I have to quickly divert the direction of the conversation because, well, Alana was one and I don’t think she knows I know that. Anyway, I’m excited for tomorrow, and I am going to go to bed very early tonight just so that I am well rested, and can jump right into the swing of things come Sunday morning. Or at least, as best I can.