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Dixie currently feels:
Worried 
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I've spent my evening playing Guitar Hero III.
I managed to get 5 stars on Sabotage by The Beastie Boys, three times in a row - my score increased by a few thousand each time.
That's made me happy; as I've had the song in my head all day.
So what's better than coming home to play it. Tee hee.
After that, I got a few 100% clears on Medium - including Rock & Roll All Nite, Anarchy In The UK and Holiday In Cambodia.
I'm soon to be working towards replacing my 5 stars on Hard level with golden stars for 100% clears.
Whew, that'll be a job and a half.
After I improved some scores on Career and Quickplay modes, I did a few Face-Offs over wi-fi connection.
I played a 3 match Hard VS Hard, then a 7 match Hard VS Hard - and won both times. Yay.
After I'd had enough, I watched all 6 episodes of The Catherine Tate Show, series 2 - on DVD - whilst e-mailing Emily, mainly moaning about my writer's block.
I'm so addicted, I even have an idea brewing for a Guitar Hero fan fiction - a combination of all four games, of course.
Though I have the urge to write a lot of things at the moment, I don't think I'll get anywhere with anything.
...Sigh.
I've just been cleaning my teeth.
As you all know, I'm very dentaphobic, and now I'm developing a fear of my own teeth.
...Two of them have been stinging a little. One of my back molars was tingling when I brushed it... It has a filling in it already, I think the enamel is erroding around it...
...One of my front insisors has a small chip in it. And I've just noticed a tiny flake of whiter enamel to the right of it. ...I wish so hard that it's not going to turn into another hole...
...I know, I've not stopped drinking all the acidic things, but...
I have started drinking less of them... And I'm drinking Pepsi Max - only 2 litres a week, and that has no sugar...
It still has acid, but... It doesn't have sugar...
...So I'm dreading my next Kerruish and Moore letter...
Lots of pictures. I took almost 300, so it was really hard to choose just a few.
Location: Beautiful St. Mary's College of Maryland and the THICKET
The gorgeous blond is alabasterfae
Many people, particularly those unacquainted with chemical experimentation, find my blunt enthusiasm towards altered states of consciousness somewhat unsettling. The purpose of this journal entry is to explain my reasons for doing what I do, as well as to hopefully eliminate some of the "stupid teenager just trying to rebel and be cool before they grow out of this whole phase" stereotype that most individuals of my particular mindset are unfortunately and unfairly viewed with by the majority of a prejudiced, mislead and fearful society.
I can say I am deeply fascinated by drugs. Their potential for unimaginable revelation and insight, experience and epiphany; they are potent and unpredictable tools for the mind, and quite often, sadly, are not handled with the caution and respect they require and deserve.
Love is a bit strong of a word for anything, just the same as hate, although I admit to being very, very fond of LSD in particular.
I fail to see how it's destined to rob me of my humanity; as I've said many times before, acid doesn't turn you into a psychotic raving brain-dead crack-addicted emaciated abscess-ridden homeless junkie living under a bridge who'll knife their friends for a single hit. All it'll really do is open up your personality, show you what's really lying at the bottom of your mind and maybe make you a bit crazier in the process. I like drugs, and in turn, I hate them. I've had some shitty experiences with them, just as I've had some absolutely mind-blowing rapturous revelations and ecstasies with them. It's like anything else in life, but to a strange and occasionally dangerous extreme. There's never anything neutral about them, you're always experiencing something incredibly powerful.
I'm not someone who's constantly eating drugs just for the sake of eating drugs, as an unfortunate majority of people who fit into the 'drug culture' can be described - because it's 'glamorous', because it's 'alternative', because my friends do it, because I'm trying to do the whole stupid teenage rebellion fuck the man thing. I'm in it because I have a burning curiosity about everything powerful and earth-shattering in life, and I crave the experience and the knowledge that comes with it. I'm more or less done sating my curiosity with substances at this point in time; I've seen, done, eaten, snorted, smoked and drank many, many things. I never have, and never will, inject drugs. Some made me hate myself, my life and everything in it, some made me love everything in the universe for the simple and staggering beauty of existence itself. The excruciatingly miserable lows I've endured have given me all the more appreciation for the heart-stopping sublime ecstasies of the highs.
I'm going to describe to you the most beautiful thing I've ever witnessed in my life. It was a full-lit milky way on a clear, bright summer night on the first two hits I did of some extremely pure and potent acid. Brilliant, frenzied kaleidoscopic gems spattered about the night sky, swimming and writhing amongst each other in a prismatic rainbow sea of ethereal and indescribable incandescence. I could see every single star in the sky, every planet, every sun, every minute and beautiful burning spear and point of swirling light. No picture, no painting, no mere words coined by simple mortals can possibly ever describe to anyone who has never seen what my mind showed me that one night the cataclysmic brilliance of the stars that rained through the sky.
I sobbed my eyes out, because it was simply the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my entire life, more beautiful than anything I had ever even known could possibly exist. I sat down, stared at the sky with three of my friends and cried, because the beauty, the beauty, the unfathomable wondrous existence of the world around me was overwhelming. I lived in a beautiful world, and suddenly, I understood it. Tears of pure joy poured from my eyes as my mind filled with glowing pools of ectoplasmic liquid stardust, shifting and transporting me across the face of the galaxy. It changed me, forever. I don't know if I'll ever witness anything as magnificent as that again in my life, and I am grateful that, for that one night, I got to glimpse what most people will pass through their lives never even knowing exists. Nobody will ever see those stars the same way I did, and the memory is something I will carry with me and treasure deeply to my death.
Experiences like this are what make it worthwhile. This is what justifies my choices, defines them.
I am a psychonaut at heart, an explorer delving into the chaotic depths of the uncharted and surreal human subconscious, and these are my reasons for being so.
I know what the experience holds for me, and it's quieted that curiosity that constantly gnaws at the back of my skull. I am by absolutely no means finished with them; I'm fairly certain I'll be using them on and off throughout the duration of my life. I'm a terminally curious person, and I'm doomed to wander the earth in a state of constant unrest and explore anything and everything that captivates my interest. My journeys into these outer worlds have certainly provided material for and fueled my art, and changed the way I think and view things.
I've weathered many pains and pleasures, and i don't regret a single thing I've done. I've made mistakes, I've suffered catastrophic consequences, but I'd do it all over again.
Drugs have shown me many things, tortured me into submission and deluged me with orgasmic pleasures; and through it, through all the ups and downs, all the journeys and experiences, what they have done most of all is bestowed upon me an immense respect, and love for, life and everything in it. these are my reasons.
I simply feel the need to explain myself, because most people simply look at the bad side of drugs from people who get stupid and abuse them, and in turn look down on everyone involved with them. Drugs are tools for the subconscious, and very, very volatile ones. If you can use them correctly, be very delicate and precise, they can show you many things and you will benefit immensely as a human being. I know I have. But once you lose your grip, once they sink their hooks in you, once you lose control, you become yet another statistic and sad victim of the double-edged sword of mind and mood altering chemicals.
I do the things I do because I personally choose to do them and have reasons for doing so; mainly, I'm god damned fucking curious. It'll get me killed one day, but until it does, it makes my life worth living. I cannot stand a blank, safe existence. I cannot stand staying in one place, staying in white walls, staying in a sterile environment where every inch is regulated and inspected and approved for my safety. It would kill me far faster than the drugs.
that is all.
When I was in high school, we did this chemistry experiment with acid and galvanize steel. We had to figure out the thickness/amount of zinc on the steel by weighing it before and after an acid bath.
So we weighed our piece, dropped it in the beaker full of acid. The thing boiled and boiled, bubbled like crazy. A little while later, the bubbling receded - reduced to a small bubble or two every now and then.
I asked the teacher was it finished, and he came over. He looked at it, then stuck his finger in and stirred it.
I nearly fell off my stool when he did that! Then he told me that the acid wasn't that strong. YEAH RIGHT! I just saw what it did to the STEEL!
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