Sitting here, after downing a good quater-litre of fine Chivas Regal Scotch Whiskey reminds me of an extended stretch of about 2 months where I would get messed up EVERY night. I mean, if I wasn't very very high, I was hammered off god knows what. Now this has cost me a lot of money and countless braincells and it was pretty scary. Maybe some of you have felt this, maybe not...

Being out of your mindset for a long time, just always being messed up or in a state of afterburn or hangover is a pretty freaky thing. You know who you are, you know what you're like, but you can't be that person because your brain is being racked by booze, bud, shrooms or acid. Now I know what you're all thinking: That's clearly very bad.

Duh. I know it's very bad. I knew at the time, and I know it now. But my only rationale behind this is that I was simply enjoying myslef, albeit a very brief moment of enjoyment followed by long periods of semi-unconciousness and a very long haze. Is it worth it? Are those hours of pleasure and indulgence worth the weeks upon weeks of having a fragile mindset? I don't know.

It comes down to one point though: Enjoy life, enjoy people, but enjoy all parts of life. Don't overdo one aspect, or else you'll end up feeling quite empty and regretfull of all the missed oppertunities and blunders. But before this gets all emo and wussy:

ROCK ON!!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I'M HAMMERED.

... has been all about me smoking way too much bud and not going to class. Of course, at the time, this seemed like a wicked idea. I mean, your options are you either go to class and listen to some ninny blabber on about some old men (philosophers) who thought the bloody world was concieved by fire, or you could go to the arcades after having smoked a doob or two.

I've had tougher choices.

And for awhile, this was going great. I was only failing one class, my other marks were decent and no reprecautions were reaped on my ass.

But today, everything comes back to me ten fold.

Yes, as I type this, I am in great fear of getteing kicked out, thus leaving my parents no choice but to murder their little boy. Today, I have to go talk to my program coordinator (under my own will), who is also my philosophy teacher (whose class I haven't gone to in 3 weeks). He'll surely eat me alive.

After that, I'll take my mangled carcass to see my Ancient Civilization teacher to beg for a re-test (I skipped a test last friday).

After I get denied and am given a zero, I have to go to English. The teacher is amazing. Best teacher ever. But he hates me ever since I didn't show up to class to hand in an essay (I gave it to a friend). He's on my case, so it results in a few funny moments in class where he tries to pin me down with his crazy jokes. I love it anyways.The exchanges are quite funny.

So yeah, basically, I'm a dumbass for being stoned all the time and now it's catching up to me and biting me square in the tush. Wish me luck.

Only a mere 3 months after the traumatising break of a serious 2+ year relationship, Abbath is getting some hot action. I finally decided that my hand needed to get reaquainted with a boobie after a 3 month hiaitus.

Break out the champagne. Let us celebrate this joyus occaision.