Post by Skylarking on Apr 2, 2006 20:23:27 GMT -5
This thread is here for you to laugh and shake your heads at me.
So Jennessa and I have been planning on doing Jello shooters since her birthday, over a month ago. We bought Rasperry Smirnoff on Thursday, and she and Des were supposed to make the Jello Friday. Only, the did it stoned. SO the Jello turned out, they just forgot the alcohol. But that's little to do with me- I can't make Jello if I try.
So then we smoked some pot, which has nothing to do with my intelligence. Basically, my hair lit in flame and burned right to the scalp in a very small (less than the size of a dime) area, and the hair around was orange. I dyed over it today and it looks totally normal, thank fiddlesticksing god.
Now, you have to understand that Des may have her own apartment, but it is in a youth housing complex, and there are specific rules, including no drugs or alcohol. This morning Kevin, who runs the building, came in and started yelling at us because someone had told him that Sammy, Des' neighbour, had been spraying Febreeze outside the door. And that the hallway smelled like pot. He checked the apartment, but the bong and alcohol were hidden and the pot was in my bra. He gave Destiny a strike (three and you're kicked out) and asked us to leave.
I was feeling so guilty at this point, because Des had been so careful and this was first strike, but then he caught up with her later, apologized, and wiped her record clean because there wasn't sufficient proof of us smoking pot.
But that is not where my irresponsibility ends. I missed the last bus out the lake because of daylight savings. >.>
And that is my story. I'm sad I didn't get Jello shooters though. =(
So Jennessa and I have been planning on doing Jello shooters since her birthday, over a month ago. We bought Rasperry Smirnoff on Thursday, and she and Des were supposed to make the Jello Friday. Only, the did it stoned. SO the Jello turned out, they just forgot the alcohol. But that's little to do with me- I can't make Jello if I try.
So then we smoked some pot, which has nothing to do with my intelligence. Basically, my hair lit in flame and burned right to the scalp in a very small (less than the size of a dime) area, and the hair around was orange. I dyed over it today and it looks totally normal, thank fiddlesticksing god.
Now, you have to understand that Des may have her own apartment, but it is in a youth housing complex, and there are specific rules, including no drugs or alcohol. This morning Kevin, who runs the building, came in and started yelling at us because someone had told him that Sammy, Des' neighbour, had been spraying Febreeze outside the door. And that the hallway smelled like pot. He checked the apartment, but the bong and alcohol were hidden and the pot was in my bra. He gave Destiny a strike (three and you're kicked out) and asked us to leave.
I was feeling so guilty at this point, because Des had been so careful and this was first strike, but then he caught up with her later, apologized, and wiped her record clean because there wasn't sufficient proof of us smoking pot.
But that is not where my irresponsibility ends. I missed the last bus out the lake because of daylight savings. >.>
And that is my story. I'm sad I didn't get Jello shooters though. =(
