Butts

Nice name.

...And it is pretty sweet. It's not a shitty windows vista like my last computer AND I got it for the price of free!

So I turned 18 on friday the 16th... Now this obligatory birthday blog is utterly ridiculous and on the wrong day. And there is pretty much nothing special about it... However, I can now officially get a cannabis club card! Woohoo!!!

I'm exhausted... Woke up this morning and noticed that my eye fucking hurt. I get up, look in the mirror, and see I have a fat pink eye infection. It was all oozy and was very painful. I was pretty pissed off that I got it so I ate some magic mushrooms. Then, 30 minutes later, I popped a pill. Then I left to go do something, then here I am right here 5 - 6 hours later trying to figure out what just happened today, and why my eye looks so much worse. I tripped balls on so many different levels, and had some incredible epiphanies. One was the fact that I had two arms and legs and that I could control them.

Random blog, I know. I just feel like typing stuff because I can and I have nothing else to do. I walked through like 20 different portals at once. My eye still hurts.

My ear got kind of fucked from wrestling. It's cauliflower ear.

http://img268.imageshack.us/img268/5017/p1000252f.jpg

It's permanent damage.

Today, I found out that one of my friends had died last night, while at school, at lunch. He wasn't the closest of friends, but me and my other friends hung out with him every day. Last night, I talked to him, and he seemed as if there was nothing wrong. He asked me to do him a small favor for today, and I thought why make it just a small favor? He was such a kind and generous person and always out of the goodness of his heart did me favors without even asking, so I decided to make the favor a little more of a surprise, and was slightly disappointed he didn't show up to school. No one had any idea that anything was wrong.

However, this kid had a long list of medical problems. He was way overweight, probably about 300 pounds. He had scars on his forehead, from skin cancer at a young age and surgery from removal of a brain tumor. He was not really a bright kid either, most people would not classify him as 'normal'. He had severe asthma, but he never would show signs of it. The poor guy had everything going against him, and he was probably the kindest person any of us knew. He had everything to give to us and expected nothing in return. He was the guy who would make everyone smile.

He died from a severe asthma attack, I don't exactly know what time, but he talked to all of the people he considered his friends last night. I think he knew he was going to die.

I don't even know why I'm writing this, especially here, but I feel like I needed to do something. This is really the first person that is close to me who died. I'm not looking for sympathy or anything, I just felt writing about it. If anyone has something to write about their experiences, feel free to do so.