School requests the student body to wear green at the cost of a charity donation. 1/4 wear green, of-course I have to be one of the eejits going around like a dunce wearing green while everyone else is wearing decent clothes. I should've wore in something actually good that I typically wear instead of my dingy manky green tracksuit that's seen better days. At least next Tuesday is St. Patricks, looking forward to that, although I may have to break my back over the weekend because my father took up a job locally which will require my attention at some point. due to his back being have bent to shit and not really in it. A.K.A "come up with me and help me lift up some knob-jockeys tiles on his bathroom floor for free, please?" Doss of a day, smelly fucking DCG test later on skew lines but I'll just sit and do it even if I do make a mess of it.
Huge unrelated note, but recent meditation over my religious spews in the random thoughts thread has sparked my interst on reading one, just one, Satanist text. No, no, no, no, before you CRY I mean the original iteration of the Anton LaVey iteration, which I can only describe as "edgy hedonism". I've read excerpts of the religious text he published which has slipped my mind, but he explicitly spoke against the killing of animals and babies. I'm not too versed on "this" line of anti-religion religions, but it'll be one fun read I'll tell you that much, more eagerness to feed curiosity than anything. Once I finish The Book of the Subgenius--which I have been sluggish on, it's a pain to read in public and I hate reading at home but I may suck it up, on page 87--I'll definitely do more research into the topic of "edgy hedonistic" thought. "Do to others as they do you" I believe is their slogan?
In more unrelated news, my small yolk of HBWR came, no idea why it's illegal. Helped myself to three to get some footing on what to expect, and after an hour and a half of unease in the gut I just got belted with a sreal womang sense of wooziness. That's it. Maybe that's just how my body treats it, but it was like being drunk without the rapid drop-off, it must absolutely rape your dopamine receptors though because everything I looked at while lying on my laptop in bed was absolutely hilarious at it's peak in and around two hours. The taste of the seeds wasn't too bad--I wasn't bothered to water filter it or whatever, I only have fifty and that method makes then super weak--and the supposed nausea and vomiting was nothing more than myself burping up some water I drank twice without warning over eight hours. Really nothing amazing. The only thing I took note of was the fact that my automatic breathing completely shut down, which wasn't helped by the thing making my heart thump and my breath heavy in and out to compensate for the artificial exhaustion. Not touching them again for a while, the little baggy I got sent out is currently sat on a shelf inside a container of pre-workout, once again, only fifty. Not much else to speak off, I'll leave this word-wall as it is. Not awake long and I'm writing all this in an LCVP period in which I completed the years work in a month, because it's literally just making a portfolio in Microsoft Word.
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