When I get high I drink a lot of water. I mean I probably filled my water bottle up around 8 times last night. This meant that I also had to pee a lot. During a trip to the restroom I had a few strange experiences. I walked into the bathroom and there was this kid shaving. His face was so close to the mirror I thought his head was going into the mirror. I couldn't figure out where his face ended and the mirror began. I hope I didn't stare, that would have been awkward. All of a sudden I noticed the drain in the floor. I thought that it was a sink hole and I was being sucked into it. Then I thought the kid shaving was getting sucked into the mirror. It was happening, and I had to get out. I could not be a witness to what surely must have been a tragic, and bloody, event. Tingles went up my spine and I quickly finished peeing and got the hell out of there. On the way back to my room I couldn't help but feel bad for that poor soul who got sucked into the mirror.
I returned to my room to watch some videos on youtube. I found the entire PULSE concert by Pink Floyd. I was enthralled, simply amazed at the band's musicianship. It was around this time I texted my older brother in California "Dude, I totally get why you dig Neil (musician Neil Young) so much. Floyd too, so sick! You prophesized what music I like before I understood." I shut my eyes and listened to the music. Then it happened again. My laptop began trying to suck me through the screen, it was terrifying. I slammed it shut and proclaimed to William Takefield that computers are evil devices and that the aliens had a plan for us all. I grabbed my ipod, listened to some UYD and played solitaire, which I am awesome at.
Stay classy, not UMassy.