From time to time I like to do random things for entertainment and/or to entertain. A well known example of this would be my infamous Hannah Montana impressions; everyone seems so enthralled when I put on “Nobody’s Perfect” and dance and lip sync in a “Disney Channel Star” kind of way. I’ve bee told that if I put videos of said impressions on the internet that they would probably be really popular, so a few of my friends and I have been talking about making a YouTube channel and becoming YouTube celebrities. We figure that we can make money from advertisement and selling T-shirts that will eventually get the honor of being sold in Hot Topic.
We’ve brainstormed of making music videos that we can put all of our friends in, and of course my Hannah Montana videos. We also thought we could have a segment called “High Times” that we can film while we’re high and talk about the abstract things we come up with. So tonight we smoked some dro that my buddy Josh bought from some guy who’s still in high school and I was coming up with all sorts of things I that I would want to say on “High Times”.
It all started off when I told the story of a dilemma I was in earlier tonight: Last wednesday I told my roommate Chelsea that I would go out to a club with her. She was so excited and picked out a top to wear and hung it up. When the time came, I didn’t want to go to a club; I was stoned as hell and just wanted to chill with my friends. So I flaked. She left for the weekend but kept the top hanging out and it was making me feel a little bad (I’m a cold person, but Chelsea is one of the few people who’s feelings I actually care about). I stuck a post-it note on the top that said “Wednesday(: I promise.” and when she came back after the weekend she was ecstatic and hung the top, with the post-it still attached, on a higher place right by our bathroom. >.>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Fuck. And it’s creepy too; it’s just hanging there like an annoying reminder ghost of a crazy woman that I can see reflected in my mirror every time I walk by. I know that Chelsea really looks up to me; I think I’m the only dependable person she’s ever had in her life. But it doesn’t make the behavior any less creepy. …So here it is Wednesday and I don’t want to go out to a club. I’m stoned as hell and I just want to chill with my friends and watch Max Payne kick ass. I flaked again, and I just saw Chelsea walk by to go without me and she was wearing the creepy top.