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I’m bored and craving bud and figured why the fuck not, it’s time for another Storytime! This day was a god damn shit show, and I have never been so exhausted after a day in my life, but what an experience. This will be long, so like previous Storytimes I will bold and italicize my favorite parts. Also again wont use names, but nicknames and initials for the sake of their dignity ;)

It all started at 11am, when my best friend M and I had to make a trip to one of my good friends who went to college in a different state. I used to live basically right on the border of two different states, so it’s not as far as it seems. We were picking up a shit ton of Lucy and a couple pills of Orange Teslas, which is some of the purest MDMA I’ve ever had. And it was a literal shit ton, I was nervous driving with this much.

So we chill up at this college for a few hours, smoke some bud, hang out with this guy and catch up a little bit. I’ve known him since I was like 4 or 5, and he is, to this day, one of the very few people I will purchase these kinds of items from. I’d trust this guy with my life over almost anyone else. Around 2 we decide to head back home and let the festivities begin!

So it gets to 3:00, and we’re about 20 minutes away from our town. So, the smart and daring people we are, we decide to do some Lucy. I pop a half and M pops a whole, and by the time we get back into town, I’m having one of the most beautiful trips of my life. It was September, so it was a little chilly outside, but the leaves were starting to change and the sky was the most beautiful blue I’ve ever seen.

We get back to M’s place, and now we basically have to play the waiting game. The rest of our friends had to work, or were coming back from college, and weren’t going to be there until 6 or 6:30. At 4:30 or so, we’re getting antsy and are both tripping fucking balls, so we decide to go see some horses. We drive the 5 minutes down to M’s family’s horse farm, and I’m basically in heaven. There’s flowers, and horses, and wide open fields, and M’s CUTE AS FUCKING DOG, it was phenomenal. That place is incredible when I’m sober, so being on Lucy just amplified it all. So we’re running around the stables, petting the horses, drinking really fucking sweet Smirnoff Ice green apple drinks that we found in the show room, it’s a god damn blast. Then we realize it’s 6:30 and everyone is probably already at M’s house and we’re just chillin with some horses. So we get in his car and I decide nope, too claustrophobic, I’m gonna walk back. So me and M’s husky have a nice serene trot back to his house down the road while M drives back, and when I get back it’s a fucking party.

Mind you all it’s me and 6 guys at this point, because my other bad ass bitch had to work until fucking 11 that night and couldn’t join the festivities. So I walk into the house, and everyone else has taken their tab besides our DD. Poor guy had to deal with our asses all night, he’s a fucking saint for this. So D from my previous Storytime is here, as well as my, well I guess then ex now BF again is here also. Our sixth member was in and out all night with a few other people, who become VERY important members of the Drug Olympics.

Over the next few hours, we go on long ass walks, run down the middle of the street, play with fucking sidewalk chalk, ride razor scooters, it’s literally like we’re fucking children. AND I LOVED IT. Then around 10 is when the shit show begins. M popped another half a tab at 3, and mind you all I’m still going on the Lucy I took at 3 in the afternoon…and I’m still going HARD. Lucy stays in me for a REALLY long time. A blessing and a god damn curse. So it’s MDMA time, and by 11, we’re all on the fucking moon, out on the trampoline, staring at the fucking moon. We’re out in the country, so you can see so many stars that on acid it’s even more fucking beautiful than I could ever imagine. 

At 12:30, the shit show begins. Our best friend G shows up, also from the last storytime, with FUCKING CABERNET AGAIN. God damn man loves his Cabernet. This is also when our sixth member returns with the two other guys, who also have fucking blow. For those of you who have seen Blue Mountain State, M is basically Thad. He’s tall, blonde, loud as fuck, a pain in my ass, and doesn’t know when to say no. And when he does blow, he turns into full on Thad to the point I want to punch him in the face sometimes. So this is when M, G, D, and our sixth all add blow into their systems now too. Hence the Drug Olympics. Myself, my BF, and the DD all watched in amazement as the shit show began. To this day I still have not done blow, btw. Doing MDMA has been fucking great, and all these guys said don’t do it if you have access to MDMA (SO WHY THEY DID IT THAT NIGHT I HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA) so I think I’m going to stay away from blow.

At this point, M wants to go for a walk, so him, myself, and G all decide to walk back down to the farm and see the horses again. Those god damn horses. G is obsessed with them, more than myself, so he is loving every second of this as he’s drinking his cabernet.

We hang out with the horses for a while, I find more booze, and around 1:30 I start to feel myself crash…I think. So I call our lovely DD and tell him to come get me from the barn. Little did I know he would bring BF and D with, and the party would then continue in the horse farm. The guys with the blow and our sixth left for good, so the house was now empty and we are all chillin at the barn. At this point I’m getting hungry, FINALLY, and remember THE FUCKING ORCHARD. So G and I full on sprint across the horse field to the orchard, and I spent the next probably half an hour in my ‘enchanted garden’ eating apples and drinking vodka.

Before I know it, 4am hits, and I want to go back to the house now. I found out DD did a little MDMA while we were on our walk, so it makes sense why he wasn’t crashing at this point too, seeing as he would have been sober.

I think I finally fell asleep around 7 am, only to wake up around 8:30 when our sixth gets home. I told the boys around I wanted to go to bed…that didn’t happen.

I’ve learned that if I’m going to do attend another Drug Olympics (which I hope do god I don’t) I need an escape plan. My bad ass bitch was supposed to show up until she heard how much of a shit show it was. She’s my escape plan next time.

So that was one of the most fun, yet fucking longest days of my life. I also had one of the worse hangovers of my life the next day. Whether it was from the MDMA or the booze, idk. Probably a combination of both.

My head hurts just thinking about that morning.

So I’ve been MIA for, what, a solid month now? At least? For that, I do apologize, there’s been quite a few people I’ve missed talking to on here. But I needed time for myself, in all honesty.

This last month a lot has changed in my life, mostly all for the better. I started full time at the college of my dreams, and schoolwork and studying has been kicking my ASS. I kind of like it, though. I’m in a few of my major classes, almost all of my professors are cool as shit, and campus is fucking beautiful. I love college.

Tomorrow morning I FINALLY have my appointment to get my MMJ in the state of AZ. It took my previous doctors too fucking long to send the correct medical records but the day has finally come. So hopefully by next Friday I’ll be making a much needed trip to the dispensary to buy all the bud and lotions and tasty goodies that my wallet can handle.

WITH THE NEW YEAR CAME LOVE. From the most unexpected of places too. I’ve learned that sometimes breaks in relationships don’t mean the end, even if you both think they do. The soul you are meant to be with will be the one you always find your way back to.

Life has been better than ever. The only problem I’ve been having is with my anxiety. I was finally taken off of my biologic medication at the beginning of December, and since then I’ve gained over 20 pounds, stopped losing my hair, and have started to gain my muscle back. AND my health has been better than ever. Turns out, the biologic was what was really fucking with my system. They made me quit all of the medications I was on at the same time, which did come with some withdrawals and side effects. I think that combined with the fact that I did mdma over thanksgiving is the main reason for the anxiety spike. For some reason, molly just spikes my anxiety sometimes. And not everytime I take it either, it’s weird. Still love it though haha and hopefully when I get bud again that will help with the anxiety too!

As school slows down (hopefully) and I start to get into a routine, I’ll be back on more. And of course I’m going to have to post pictures of all the goodies I pick up from the dispensaries. Snoop Dogg’s line of products will probably be my first buy, Leafs by Snoop look fucking DIVINE. And they’re so classy looking too, this man clearly knows what he’s doing. 

Time to teach myself to longboard. This 35 minute walk from parking lot to classes bullshit is getting real old real fast.

stolenfootprints:

thank-you-for-the-lilacs:

stolenfootprints:

props to any of you who are pursuing archaeology, it’s honestly really hard and has so many terms to memorize

It’s so cool though! 

I agree! I have learned so many interesting things while taking this class, it’s just difficult to remember all the names of sites, archaeologists, tribes, tools, time periods etc etc

A girl I used to work with just finished her masters in archeology, and the way she talks about it makes it sound so incredible. She says that because of where she lives she doesn’t get much work with it, and almost changed her major, but she did a 3-month internship in Sicily after getting her Bachelors that changed her life and made her fall back in love with it. 

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