Fear the blondies

It tasted funny. I really don’t understand how people can think pot smells good. Christie made me smell her’s once and then Eric did the same last night. He was also kind enough to blow the smoke from his first hit in my face. Of course we didn’t get high. I’m not really sure how many hits I took. Maybe, like, five or six. Alexis and I certainly weren’t coughing as much as the guys even though they told me that I would spit up a lot of mucus because I’m asthmatic. Yeah…that didn’t happen. Anyway, because our driver, Christian, decided to smoke himself sick I got to drive his car. That has to go down as one of the dumber things I’ve done because I didn’t have my license, the whole car smelled like weed, and when we got back to Rolla’s house we realized I hadn’t turned the lights on properly. Haha oops. Hopefully it was smarter than letting Christian drive, though.

I feel bad because I really didn’t want Alexis to spend the night. I like hanging out with her, but last night I just wanted to sleep in my own bed and not have to worry about anyone else in the morning.

I’ve done nothing today but eat and breath. Oh, and type. Woo.
No, that’s a lie. I went out to Target this morning and bought more coffee.

I need to study for Government…

Ohmigosh. Othello makes me laugh. Iago is such a dick. Is it bad that I was cracking up when they all started dying?