"morning sickness?" - kody

Today was like any other day where I had 3 hours to kill and nothing to kill em with. But of course, when I bump into Brock, it can only mean one thing. We went out to blaze and I did just a little bit before walking back to school to chill before we had class. I was tripping out like crazy when I plopped on a couch in the lounge. The feeling was an old familiar one, but not the one that I liked. It was the same bad feeling I had when I blazed (it was a good idea at the time) after doing shrooms this past summer. A few minutes later I found myself running up to the ladies room to hurl. I was alone during the worst of it, but soon enough I started freaking out and crying, calling for help. Luckily my friend Becky heard and came to my rescue. I thought that was the end of it, but i was wrong. I puked four more times within 30 minutes. The fourth time I was certain I had vomited the entire contents of my stomach and that that was the end of it. I was wrong again. The final time I booked it up the stairs, Mark was there wishing me well while on his way out. Then he noticed my hand over my mouth and sensing the urgency, opened the door to the ladies room so I could make it to the toilet. Thanks to Mark and thank god I made it.

Note to self: Do not blaze when on prescribed medication.

My puke was orange, and I wasn't really sure why at first. Then I thought about it and recalled my penicillin tablets are orange. I got sick because wasn't meant to blaze while on antibiotics.
Lesson learned.

In other news, I am falling in love with Bob Saget all over again. I grew up watching Full House religiously. That show pretty much raised me. The other day, Tim was showing me clips of his roast on Comedy Central, and ever since I've been watching all 8 parts that I found on YouTube, along with videos of some of his stand up.

Straight up. I love Bob Saget.


Stay classy ladies&gents,

Dorothy, actually.