Well. So last night, Brad calls me, and he's crying, about how his life sucks. He was about to committ suicide (or so he says. At first, I believed him, but then, after being on the phoney with him for a while, I think he was being dramatic). So, you know, when people say they are about to kill themselves, I don't play. I had to keep him on the phone, and keep him talking and stuff, because you never know. I mean I couldn't do anything else really. He got better as time progressed, and I felt okay letting him off the phone. It was about 2 in the morningish. I had class at 8.

Ben came home sooo stoned. I was laughing soo hard at him. Hahah. Shit that mess was so funny. He walks in, and this is the conversation that insued:

"Hey. How was your night?"
"gooooooood"
"haha. Did you get stoned"
"nooo. what are youuuuuu taaalking about? Of cooooouerse I got stoned!"
"haha. You are shit-faced"
"whhat! I don't look like shiiiit" (he goes to the mirror) "my hair is soooo niiiiiice! I like to feeeeel it!!"
"how much did you smoke?"
"huh?"
"did you smoke alot?"
"noooooo, oonly since after rehersaaal" (his rehersal ended at 9. He walked in at 2:30ish)
"so you are stoned"
"I'm not ssssstoonneeed.. okaaaay.... Maybe a litttle-ittle bit... Noooo A Lllllot a biiit! HE HE HE!"

I was dying on the floor laughing. He kept asking what I was laughing about. It was great. Today is Thursday! BOO! I have so much to do! Study for a history exam, work on my Mise-en-scene stuff: Go crazy. Etc. Well. I'll write more laters! See ya!