chain smoker

It's been getting steadily warmer lately, which I really appreciate. I walked through campus a lot this week, admiring the trees, or spending a few minutes in between classes lazing around on a patch of grass, or stopping by a favorite shop for some iced coffee.

We had a small, of-the-moment house party on Thursday. We sat around, hit two joints, and had some glasses of wine and a couple of shots, all the while talking about sexuality and self-love. I really do dig this class. The people are some of the greatest, most compassionate individuals I've ever come across, and every time they talk to me, I always have to step back and go "damn".

In fact, I wanted to spend more time with them, so the next day we met up for pizza, followed by some pregame action at one of the senior's apartments. Shit was so real - we made raw talk at the kitchen counter, while experimenting with a fully stocked cabinet of different liquors. The rest of the night was mostly a blur, though. We went to a co-op, saw old friends, met new ones, had the usual hook-up encounters, and stumbled back home. I basically did the same last night as well. So much love from all these beautiful people.

This past weekend, I managed to go through a pack and a half of cigarettes. I guess that says something about me.