i wonder how many journals are still blathering on about 4/20. i actually have a story for it, but it's not as happy as getting stoned. not entirely. it results in this picture, however:

monday night i went to the garage to use the computer, etc., and cole was there. once he got off, he offered me a certain illegal substance since i'd helped him close the garage. his birthday was yesterday, so he had the pleasure of ringing in the first hours of his 22^nd year with me. all the way til 6:45 a.m. oy. he made hamburger helper, but the meat was just...wrong. i took a picture of it on his camera, and it looks like vomit and guts and such (it was frozen, and...i don't know, just cook a block of frozen ground beef). he played the rules of attraction for me, which was pretty good. it had ian somerhalder, who is like whoa.

i ended up taking seven books from cole, half of which i've read already. au moment i'm on page 75 of brave new world.

anyway, the bizarre occurances of my 4/20 began around 10:30 in the morning. jennifer knocked and opened the door, asking if i wanted to see kill bill vol. 2 with her later in the evening. i agreed since that seems to be the only way i'm going to see a movie in the company of others, and that seemed like something you need to see on "the big screen." virginia showed up at 6:30, and we went to the metropolitan in separate cars. i told them i was planning on going to cole's afterward, but i just didn't want to be stuck in a car with them, especially if they decided to do something else like eat.

the movie was good. great soundtrack, of course. pretty funny. whatever, i'm not a movie critic.

i made up some lie as to why i came straight home when i saw jennifer getting out of virginia's car the same time as i got out of mine. she went upstairs, and i ate pancakes, and all returned to usual.

on my way to liz's, where festivites were held, someone honked at me on the interstate. i was rather confused, but when i looked in my rearview mirror i saw smoke and suddenly heard this terrible sound, kind of like...

A FUCKING FLAT TIRE. i've never had a flat before, and i've only been party to changing one once. i couldn't even loosen the bolts; jennifer did the majority of the work out of carmen, me, her and davey. i swerved to take the 15^th street/mlk exit and turned onto a street that's right before the light. there was only one streetlight, but i was only maybe 50 yards from the interstate. after lengthy directions to my awkward location, cole and marcus (a friend of liz) said they were on their way. i sat on a curb in the orange glow of the highway, chain smoking, so paranoid of the dense trees behind me and the less-than-classy neighborhood. once, a car pulled up on an intersecting street, but i tried to ignore it as i dug for another cigarette in my car. i didn't hear it move, but when i stood back up it was gone.

marcus brought fix-a-flat, yet it did absolutely nothing. they took the tire off, and we all were a bit horrified to see the inside of it.

see those white marks? those are fucking giant holes in my tire. how the hell did that happen?? now travis just has that stupid doughnut tire, which looks completely retarded. can you imagine a buick with that migdety tire on it?

it's ridiculous. i thanked them a few times, admitting i'm not self-sufficient. i drove it to liz's, but i took the bus to work today. lebritney said she'd take me home since she just lives a block away.

i was going to have an extra $120 dollars in my next check. i guess i won't now. i really don't know what i'm going to do for rent in june and thereafter. seriously. if i don't get a job by may, there's nothing i'll be able to do.

anyhoot, the rest of the night was okay. marcus ran by us different ways to create pipes, and we're all convinced he is nothing short of genius. this one's cute:

a pen, pipe, and a blank cd holder. that's nothing, though.

here, have some pictures.

jason was bopping that balloon around all night.

one of liz's wall, "worse than a teenage boy's," quoth cole.

you are so jealous of my hat. sadly, it was only mine for about two hours; it's actually marcus's: "i wear it to gay bars. if someone comes up to me, i ask, 'are you a crack whore? no.'"

and, of course, the obligatory cat pictures down there. i'm sending positive, non-flat-tire vibes to everyone everywhere today. and sleeping so much tonight because my body's not used to as much pot intake [which is good].
<3, chels.

beans...of doom!

you knew tima actually has two heads, right?

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