Infected7
04-16-2005, 05:53 PM
Alright this is from awhile back but still a very entertaining story that I thought you all would enjoy.
The night before this all happened I was bored and I took close to 12 totem poles. Stupidity? Yes. So I didn't feel much so I went to bed and then I woke up a couple hours later. Betting that it wouldn't have carried over to the next day.
I wake up and feel beautiful. The sun is shining and I get dressed and everything. Don't feel a thing. I go into my first period which is at the time (what an ironic moment) Criminal Justice. With a former cop as the teacher. The teacher for this class is very awesome. If your stoned in class he'll let you off and let you sleep in class to not get you in trouble. If your lazy then he'll just ignore you and not make it a huge deal. So I walk in and it starts to kick in majorly. So I figure if I can just sleep through this class then it'll wear off alittle bit at a time. Well for some reason he had decided that today would not be his day to be pushed around. So he walked over to me and woke me up and said "Take that chain off your wallet". So instead of doing as he said. In my stoned stupor I just dropped the chain from the waist part and just let it hang there. And Laid my head back down and went back to sleep. Well a couple moments passed and he woke me up again, turns out I had put it back on. And I do the same thing again. This time he gets pissed so I take it off and put it in my pocket. We were reading from cards and police reports so he handed me one and asked me to read it. Not being able to read at all. I just hand it back to him and tell him I don't feel like reading. He makes me attempt to read it. And I come up with some bullshit that no one had ever even heard of. Something about the fall of the Great Carrot Empire.
So ignoring that, he asked me to walk up to the board. I start to walk but my legs don't seem to want to go with that idea. So I bump into an empty desk. Losing my temper very easily when I'm fucked up. I start yelling at the desk and it goes something like this
Desk: -blank expression-
Me: FUCK YOU MOTHERFUCKER. YOU BEST FUCKING WATCH YOURSELF
Desk: -blank expression-
Me: I'll fuck your shit up! -kick-
Desk: -blank expression-
So at that he realizes that I'm fucked up out of my mind and its not safe for me to be around human beings or desks. So he tells me to walk out in the hall for the rest of class. I attempt to reach through the glass a couple times only to hurt my fingers. He starts to walk me to the office. And then I can't walk down stairs. So he has to carry me by the arm into the office. The Principal goes "Whats wrong Nick?". My excuse "Uh..I'm just really sleepy". So he emptys my pockets and everything. Not finding a single thing on me. Because I'm a tad bit smarter then to do that. I then start searching through his papers on his desk as my grandfather and dad walk in.
Grandfather: What the hell are you doing?
Me: I'm looking for this fucking DVD I let this motherfucker borrow. I'm not taking this shit anymore
Grandfather: Er...Come on..We'll take you to the hospital
The Hospital is a story on its own. If I get a good response from this one. I'll be happy to tell the story of what happened the rest of the way
The night before this all happened I was bored and I took close to 12 totem poles. Stupidity? Yes. So I didn't feel much so I went to bed and then I woke up a couple hours later. Betting that it wouldn't have carried over to the next day.
I wake up and feel beautiful. The sun is shining and I get dressed and everything. Don't feel a thing. I go into my first period which is at the time (what an ironic moment) Criminal Justice. With a former cop as the teacher. The teacher for this class is very awesome. If your stoned in class he'll let you off and let you sleep in class to not get you in trouble. If your lazy then he'll just ignore you and not make it a huge deal. So I walk in and it starts to kick in majorly. So I figure if I can just sleep through this class then it'll wear off alittle bit at a time. Well for some reason he had decided that today would not be his day to be pushed around. So he walked over to me and woke me up and said "Take that chain off your wallet". So instead of doing as he said. In my stoned stupor I just dropped the chain from the waist part and just let it hang there. And Laid my head back down and went back to sleep. Well a couple moments passed and he woke me up again, turns out I had put it back on. And I do the same thing again. This time he gets pissed so I take it off and put it in my pocket. We were reading from cards and police reports so he handed me one and asked me to read it. Not being able to read at all. I just hand it back to him and tell him I don't feel like reading. He makes me attempt to read it. And I come up with some bullshit that no one had ever even heard of. Something about the fall of the Great Carrot Empire.
So ignoring that, he asked me to walk up to the board. I start to walk but my legs don't seem to want to go with that idea. So I bump into an empty desk. Losing my temper very easily when I'm fucked up. I start yelling at the desk and it goes something like this
Desk: -blank expression-
Me: FUCK YOU MOTHERFUCKER. YOU BEST FUCKING WATCH YOURSELF
Desk: -blank expression-
Me: I'll fuck your shit up! -kick-
Desk: -blank expression-
So at that he realizes that I'm fucked up out of my mind and its not safe for me to be around human beings or desks. So he tells me to walk out in the hall for the rest of class. I attempt to reach through the glass a couple times only to hurt my fingers. He starts to walk me to the office. And then I can't walk down stairs. So he has to carry me by the arm into the office. The Principal goes "Whats wrong Nick?". My excuse "Uh..I'm just really sleepy". So he emptys my pockets and everything. Not finding a single thing on me. Because I'm a tad bit smarter then to do that. I then start searching through his papers on his desk as my grandfather and dad walk in.
Grandfather: What the hell are you doing?
Me: I'm looking for this fucking DVD I let this motherfucker borrow. I'm not taking this shit anymore
Grandfather: Er...Come on..We'll take you to the hospital
The Hospital is a story on its own. If I get a good response from this one. I'll be happy to tell the story of what happened the rest of the way