Gothen
02-05-2006, 04:12 AM
Okay, so I thought this night was going to be pretty effing terrible. I was depressed really bad last night as me and my girl got into a fight last night and all this.
I wake up at 9:30 to a call from a number I don't know. I look at it, pick it up, "They said, hello is, ::mispronounces name:: there?" So, I hung up. I laid back down, almost passed out in about 10 seconds before I open my eyes wide up and thinking, 'OMG, JOB INTERVIEW!' it sounded like the guy at Hardee's, the head manager. So I called back and said my phone screwed up, he asks me to come in for an interview at 4 pm.
I go back to sleep, wake up at 11:30, can't go back to sleep because I kept thinking about the fight me and my girl had. I call her a couple times, she keeps hanging up the phone.
So, I leave her alone, and I get a shower and all that crap. I call a friend for a ride to the interview, so after he is done with work, he comes to my house and he has a Clonopin for me. I snort it, and it doesn't effect me at all. So, I go to the interview and I really wow the guy, and even though its a job at HARDEE'S, its a job, its an income. I leave feeling good about it, he said he'll make the choice later this afternoon.
Then my other friend shows up at my house after my mom has left for work, she has 3 Flexeril for me free of charge, 10 MGs each. I take 2 of them, as she had taken one and felt a lil something off of it, and she weighs....about 120-125. Anyway, so I take those 2 and I don't really feel much at all after about an hour and a half. So, out of nowhere, AGAIN, another one of my friends shows up with a half gallon of vodka. He decides to go ahead and hook me up with a full glass of vodka. I drink about half of it, chasing it with Tampico Fruit Juice, we mix them together and call it Jungle Juice. So I did that with the second half. I get the first half down, but the other half is still, 3 hours later, sitting mixed with the juice on my drawer. I've decided not to drink it. So anyway, then another friend of mine hooks me up with a fat dime for 6 bucks and the other Flexeril. Me and the friend that brought the Clonopin smoke a bowl, can't even finish the thing between us, shit was GOOOOD.
So now its about 8:45 and I'm trying so hard not to pass out. I feel so utterly relaxed and comfortable, that I almost passed out falling asleep. I didn't want to pass out because I had to call my lady later tonight. Finally, about 9:15, it gets the best of me, and I get up and make some REALLY strong coffee, 5 scoops. I drink two cups of it in about 10 minutes (I make AMAZINGly delicious coffee, btw). I had to keep repeating to myself, "You're not gonna pass out. You're going to get over all this, your'e going to get sober." I just kept repeating it and repeating it, having read an article in my Psychology book about mental preparation and self-hypnosis, you say something for so long, visual it, try to feel what it would like, and your body reantiquates itself and balances itself out. So, I kept doing that, and it started to work. I drank another cup of coffee, still saying it. Its worked like a charm.
I'm not SOBER, my eyes feel a little heavy, but I'm definitely more alert now, I can move and not hit things or knock pictures off the walls, etc. And so now, I think I'm gonna smoke a bowl, listen to some music and pass out
But yeah, it was weird because for the past 3 weeks I'd been in my house with pretty much no contact, and it'd really been bumming me out. And so on the first night I really get to hang out with my friends, they all brought drugs for me, or hooked me up with a good, fat sac. It was an amazing night.
To top it all off: I GOT THE JOB! Guy calls me about....7:30, I'm fucked up trying to act sober, asks me if I could come in tomorrow at 1 pm for orientation, I said that thats fine, I'll be there. So, I FINALLY got a job after about 2 months of searching.
Like I said, AMAZING day, ya'll.
I wake up at 9:30 to a call from a number I don't know. I look at it, pick it up, "They said, hello is, ::mispronounces name:: there?" So, I hung up. I laid back down, almost passed out in about 10 seconds before I open my eyes wide up and thinking, 'OMG, JOB INTERVIEW!' it sounded like the guy at Hardee's, the head manager. So I called back and said my phone screwed up, he asks me to come in for an interview at 4 pm.
I go back to sleep, wake up at 11:30, can't go back to sleep because I kept thinking about the fight me and my girl had. I call her a couple times, she keeps hanging up the phone.
So, I leave her alone, and I get a shower and all that crap. I call a friend for a ride to the interview, so after he is done with work, he comes to my house and he has a Clonopin for me. I snort it, and it doesn't effect me at all. So, I go to the interview and I really wow the guy, and even though its a job at HARDEE'S, its a job, its an income. I leave feeling good about it, he said he'll make the choice later this afternoon.
Then my other friend shows up at my house after my mom has left for work, she has 3 Flexeril for me free of charge, 10 MGs each. I take 2 of them, as she had taken one and felt a lil something off of it, and she weighs....about 120-125. Anyway, so I take those 2 and I don't really feel much at all after about an hour and a half. So, out of nowhere, AGAIN, another one of my friends shows up with a half gallon of vodka. He decides to go ahead and hook me up with a full glass of vodka. I drink about half of it, chasing it with Tampico Fruit Juice, we mix them together and call it Jungle Juice. So I did that with the second half. I get the first half down, but the other half is still, 3 hours later, sitting mixed with the juice on my drawer. I've decided not to drink it. So anyway, then another friend of mine hooks me up with a fat dime for 6 bucks and the other Flexeril. Me and the friend that brought the Clonopin smoke a bowl, can't even finish the thing between us, shit was GOOOOD.
So now its about 8:45 and I'm trying so hard not to pass out. I feel so utterly relaxed and comfortable, that I almost passed out falling asleep. I didn't want to pass out because I had to call my lady later tonight. Finally, about 9:15, it gets the best of me, and I get up and make some REALLY strong coffee, 5 scoops. I drink two cups of it in about 10 minutes (I make AMAZINGly delicious coffee, btw). I had to keep repeating to myself, "You're not gonna pass out. You're going to get over all this, your'e going to get sober." I just kept repeating it and repeating it, having read an article in my Psychology book about mental preparation and self-hypnosis, you say something for so long, visual it, try to feel what it would like, and your body reantiquates itself and balances itself out. So, I kept doing that, and it started to work. I drank another cup of coffee, still saying it. Its worked like a charm.
I'm not SOBER, my eyes feel a little heavy, but I'm definitely more alert now, I can move and not hit things or knock pictures off the walls, etc. And so now, I think I'm gonna smoke a bowl, listen to some music and pass out
But yeah, it was weird because for the past 3 weeks I'd been in my house with pretty much no contact, and it'd really been bumming me out. And so on the first night I really get to hang out with my friends, they all brought drugs for me, or hooked me up with a good, fat sac. It was an amazing night.
To top it all off: I GOT THE JOB! Guy calls me about....7:30, I'm fucked up trying to act sober, asks me if I could come in tomorrow at 1 pm for orientation, I said that thats fine, I'll be there. So, I FINALLY got a job after about 2 months of searching.
Like I said, AMAZING day, ya'll.