The rest of the evening is difficult to remember
Classes started a few weeks ago and I have been working difficult trying to make friends. It’s not exactly straight-forward to make friends in school unless you are really outgoing or wonderful at athletic interests. I am neither of these things, fortunately, my freshman roommate is a jock. The guy is super handsome and unquestionably charismatic. I swear he has more than one bestie, although he claims that Jackie is the only one. I guess there are other ladies calling him in the middle of the evening, although I would never say anything about my bro. All of us immediately became friends when that guy found out that I had never used recreational marijuana. He wanted to be with myself and others the first time I tried smoking pot. He made it a really huge deal by having a gathering to celebrate my first taupe. That evening is still kind of a blur. I started off smoking marijuana and I was having a wonderful time. It felt wonderful to be high and I felt love I was talking and being the life of the gathering. When someone gave myself and others a beer, I should have said no. I should have stuck to smoking a marijuana joint, although I didn’t listen to my gut. Instead, I decided to mix marijuana with alcohol. That was a huge concern for me. The results were overwhelmingly horrible. I ended up in the bathroom sitting on the floor with my head in the toilet. The rest of the evening is difficult to remember. I entirely won’t mix drugs and alcohol again.