Yesterday, Anna & Michele (RAs from the girls’ side) conducted our monthly Health & Safety check with no hassle. Anna is dating Greg, the RA next door, and we’re pretty sure she has stayed the night with him at least once so far this semester. That or Greg randomly decided to switch to girly-smelling shampoo about 4am last Sunday.
Rehearsal in Echo Hollow—Ceejay hookt me up with an incredible deal on some ’dro, $50 for a quarter. We went with his friend Ryan down to Inglewood to get it, where Ryan’s dad lives. There are two kinds in the bag: a lighter, thick-leaft sort & a darker, crunchy type with orange hairs mixt in. The former gives a deep body buzz & head fuzz. Haven’t tried the latter yet. After smoking we played maybe the tightest rehearsal ever—sans Jordan, of course.
Early rainy dawn, disappointing breakfast of coffee & bagel at Java City, then 8am Music Literature class. Read Nine Nations in the library again & dozed until 11:00. I experienced a strange waking dream with sleep paralysis, there in the upstairs seating area of Belle Bennett Library; I dreamt I got up & started walking towards the books, but felt extremely dizzy & lightheaded, and had to sit back down to avoid fainting but then woke up in the same position feeling an intense adrenaline rush. I had a similar experience yesterday afternoon in my dorm. It’s like my soul is trying to wake up but forgets its body. Aural Skills (which is ear training, stuff like being able to sing intervals or identify them by ear, altho they don’t expect us to have perfect pitch) then lunch with Tayler & Kenan. They were stoned so I went back & enjoyed a one-hitter with them, then practiced the “B minor study” by Sor & argued politics with Jordan on AIM. It was orderly debating, really; we both made articulate points. Ensemble (Waites) & masterclass (Belmont), then homework in the dormitory. In ensemble one of the older students, Cameron, started playing Leonard Cohen’s “Suzanne” on his guitar as we were packing up, which upset me naturally as it reminds me of my sister, but of course he had no way of knowing that. Nonetheless I could barely focus during the following masterclass; I can’t even remember the maestro’s name now.
Back at the Killabrewz, Tayler stopt by a couple times to say what’s up. Despite the tumultuous afternoon, tonight turned out to be an excellent casual social situation. After we finished homework (easy stuff like writing out scales in different keys or modes) Sean & I drove to Walmart’s parking lot & got stoned out of an apple together, then later on Tayler rold up a blunt & we made loops around 12 South & the Athens smoking it. Before that tho we went to Jackson’s (where I watched this poor, harried-looking, overworkt girl make those milkshakes, one after another) with Kenan to satisfy some munchie cravings. As we’re passing the twin dorms of Sevier Hall & Blount Hall, Keezy goes “You guys, look! We should roll a severe blunt.” Tayler damn near fell over laughing. Kenan just kept pointing and grinning like, What?