i think i'm rebounding right now megastyle. i made a bunch of friends - mainly girls which is totally new. it's pretty exciting but i can't keep up this lifestyle, financially and physically.
thursday - hookah with stef, ben, meredith, kendria, lamelle.
friday - studied with shakir, a bro from my phil class, then headed to long beach for bens beach house party. slept in my car overnight at school.
saturday - last day of my retirement planning class 8-5 all done. headed to san diego, got a room, showered and headed to tiajuana for the craziest club experience in this nerdy kids' life thus far. 3 guys 6 girls went, myself included. we danced the crap out of the club. returned to room in SD @ 6ish AM. slept for a few hours, left at about 9 for home.
i have lost sight of my spending recently. i got out a hundred bucks for the trip, most of which i still have, then i had put the room on my credit since no one else felt like doing so. i am now rollin mad cash moneybags.
in reality though, i didn't spend all that much. the club in tiajuana was $15 cover, and $2 dollar transit fee via ghetto cab system both ways included. free drinks all night long, and they were great. i think the room came out to about $12 per person. pretty reasonable overall.
p.s. hookah bars are expensive and if you hear from me going to another one feel free to give me a hard time. if you know someone with a hookah take them up on the offer because you'll know that you're being a frugal motherfucker.
now you just need to update your website journal.
dru
The Art of Subconscious Illusion
Speaking of hookahs, me and my friend Zach went the cig store last night asking for pipes. (pipes meaning wooden Sherlock Homes type pipes) And the guy awnsered with "oh, well we don't have our glass pipes in yet til next week, but we have some pretty sweet hookahs." Baffled ass hell i started looking at the selection of hookahs, he was also telling us about some coffee shops down in cali that have hookah sessions. In the end i ended up buying my own cigarette roller with papers and vanilla flavored tobacco, that shit put me on my ass. I coulded feel my hands..
damn.. don't make me wanna roll down to poor richard's