friday night at home equals not cool. i dont know why im here. oh yeah. i have driving school tomorrow. what shit is that? i know. i have to be home on fridays so that the next day i can wake up again and go to ventura again. bull shit. oh well. one day i will drive. i guess thats all that matters... but its still barf. i could have been having sex! getting stoned! partying! i guess i already did party, but my night could have been so much longer. dancing was fun, guys. amy the stripper, vanessa the porn star, rashonda the pimp. i need to think of something for everyone else. one day, one day. wow today was one of the first days in a loooong time that i didnt get stoned when someone else did. i am so good. i just realized how exciting it is to be home. i think im going to go to sleep. shiit that sounds fun. and so does... TV!!! im excited. our weed is the best. let me tell you that yesterday at 3:30 aproximately, i smoked weed. right now, i still dont feel exactly sober. it is 9:30 a day later. woooooah. i felt reallly stoney today. more than i even did on thursday from the night before. and i am soooo good at math and chemistry.. i hope it shows on my tests. shiiit.