crickets

I haven't written in this blog for awhile. I got a little lazy, and some things I really wasn't ready to discuss. I guess it's not so much of a big deal now. hmm, so where should I start? I talked to German boy yesterday and that was nice. He's starting college in Berlin so he's got his own place and everything. He'd much rather me come to Germany. I definitely plan to. I don't know when though..perhaps next year. I do want to go to Iceland again, and I have no problem dropping another thousand for another trip to Europe. It's all worth it to me. get me out of here.
I remember it was with Felix that I told him I was to go to Iceland back in highschool. He thought I was crazy. There's no way I could blame him though, in a way, I didn't really believe it myself. I'm glad to make a dream reality. If this is possible, then other things in life may be possible as well. I don't think I should doubt myself to often. I have no idea where I'm headed. .On to other experiences. ..

I've been seeing imaginary crickets out of the corner of my eye lately. and no I'm not crazy. It's just I've been overcome with a cricket invasion in my room, I've seen about 3 over the past 2 days. And a spider. I know it's because I keep the door open sometimes when I go outside, or even when the day is nice enough. I had to kill two yesterday. I felt kind of bad, I hope nothing happens to me in the grand scheme of things..but I just don't like insects..in my room. :o/

opium tea

I'm feeling much better from the Opium tea. I don't think I'll be trying that anytime soon. I don't think the high was worth the pain I felt the next day. I was completely bed-ridden. I couldn't move, I wasn't able stand, or sit up, nothing. I just wanted to sleep forver..and possibly die. I've never felt so horrible in my life. And to top it off, I was still told to come into work..heartless bastards. The managers understood my pain, so I took it easy. No one seemed to mind..except for the over emotional drama queen aka TR. The high felt alright, my body was relaxed, but not anymore relaxed then what two bowls of marijuana could do. I was expecting something a little different, or perhaps more intense? Maybe it was the quality. The poppy seed pods looked like little maracas.. Two days later I feel much better, but I'm still recovering.