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Dec. 8th, 2006 04:48 pm...hokay, so we had the Poetry small group gathering thing today. And I'm a pretty bad group leader. XD; Forgot my cellphone, which was also going to serve as timer, and was later than my group members even though I came early-- because I forgot to bring a bike lock and I wasn't about to leave it out shop front without one!! So I parked in this obscure garagey parking lot place and walked back and got there later than they did. >>;; And then I didn't follow the crazyspecific instructions exactly, but it's not like Jason did either, so hey. =X (Jason's group went at the same time as us! To the same place! XD;)
FW prompt was "beautiful things." Started off on jiuzhaigou waterfall, then rambled on to rainbows and two distinct memories of that, and then onto how nonbeautiful things can be beautiful and actually went into Gemul, and if I have time I think I might type up and store a copy of that particular FW online coz I actually really enjoyed it. It's more decent than all of my other freewrites put together.
BUT THAT IS NOT THE POINT.
Sososo, outside the GLASS DOORS, these KIDS were smoking from a GIGANTIC hooka. The pipe spanned longer than the table. And this is not some little round table, it's a rather large rectangular lengthy-type wooden table. And wtf the smoke. It's not just some smoker's smoke, lahdeedah, it was CLOUDS of dense dark smoke FUNNELING out, like the smoke that comes out of a FACTORY except not quite *so* much. >>; And so the six of us are sitting there doing our half-hr freewrite, Jason's group on that side and me Mara and Alex on this, and excited kids keep bursting down the stairs loudly (v. distracting) and bursting out through the glass doors and they're all hyped up and chatty and it's like a party out there, and then finally no more come and the doors slam shut and they're outside and after a while someone's like, "good lord, what the HECK are they doing out there?" and we all turn and smoke is just pouring and people are just crazy and they're not even hiding it. Gigantic lamp thing, pipe, smoke, hyped teenagers having a ball...
...and it's not like they're just some random kids. They're all from our school. Almost all of us know them. They're SHS FRESHMEN. One actually popped his head in and invited Jason, and he was all "Uh no I think I'll pass" and Mara went "YOU ARE MY HERO" and it was kind of funny. but in a really, really morbid way.
Some were exhaling smoke out bit by bit into a water bottle until it was compressed with swirls of the stuff, and then breathing it all in at once. It was kind of mesmerizing to watch.
...just.
diandiandian.
Somewhat scarring experience, I must say. _ _;; Esp. after the drug thing has been drilled into my head over and over and over since FIRST GRADE. I mean I did know about some people, but I never SAW them. and like THAT. oO; Normal cigarettes are common enough, if not on campus...
(and generally speaking, saratoga's a pretty nice district)
Don't do drugs, kids!
FW prompt was "beautiful things." Started off on jiuzhaigou waterfall, then rambled on to rainbows and two distinct memories of that, and then onto how nonbeautiful things can be beautiful and actually went into Gemul, and if I have time I think I might type up and store a copy of that particular FW online coz I actually really enjoyed it. It's more decent than all of my other freewrites put together.
BUT THAT IS NOT THE POINT.
Sososo, outside the GLASS DOORS, these KIDS were smoking from a GIGANTIC hooka. The pipe spanned longer than the table. And this is not some little round table, it's a rather large rectangular lengthy-type wooden table. And wtf the smoke. It's not just some smoker's smoke, lahdeedah, it was CLOUDS of dense dark smoke FUNNELING out, like the smoke that comes out of a FACTORY except not quite *so* much. >>; And so the six of us are sitting there doing our half-hr freewrite, Jason's group on that side and me Mara and Alex on this, and excited kids keep bursting down the stairs loudly (v. distracting) and bursting out through the glass doors and they're all hyped up and chatty and it's like a party out there, and then finally no more come and the doors slam shut and they're outside and after a while someone's like, "good lord, what the HECK are they doing out there?" and we all turn and smoke is just pouring and people are just crazy and they're not even hiding it. Gigantic lamp thing, pipe, smoke, hyped teenagers having a ball...
...and it's not like they're just some random kids. They're all from our school. Almost all of us know them. They're SHS FRESHMEN. One actually popped his head in and invited Jason, and he was all "Uh no I think I'll pass" and Mara went "YOU ARE MY HERO" and it was kind of funny. but in a really, really morbid way.
Some were exhaling smoke out bit by bit into a water bottle until it was compressed with swirls of the stuff, and then breathing it all in at once. It was kind of mesmerizing to watch.
...just.
diandiandian.
Somewhat scarring experience, I must say. _ _;; Esp. after the drug thing has been drilled into my head over and over and over since FIRST GRADE. I mean I did know about some people, but I never SAW them. and like THAT. oO; Normal cigarettes are common enough, if not on campus...
(and generally speaking, saratoga's a pretty nice district)
Don't do drugs, kids!
