Passed out at 7:30 am from blowing rails all night and staying up to smoke at dawn on my porch. Woke up at around 11 am. Decided to go to Gatlinburg. Did some lines and jumped in the car. Drove through rainy mountains that were so vivid a green I'd swear they were colored with crayons. Stopped a bunch to look at waterfalls that I wanted to jump from, even though it was 10 degrees out and I was wearing sandals. Got to Gatlinburg and bought some chocolate cherries and raspberry things. Saw a cheese store and craved swiss, so we went in. Turns out they didn't have good swiss, so we got the oldest cheese there...8 year-old cheddar. Thinking about it, Liz was 10 when it was made. It was so strong it made Jon's entire bag reek of cheese. Wandered into an arcade where Liz and I got our auras read together. They were strangely accurate for a gypsy with no eyes. The closest thing Liz and I could find to House of the Dead was Virtual Hunting. Managed to kill 2 illegal animals in about 40 seconds and wasn't allowed to play again until I gave more money. Didn't want to pay to shoot more does, so we left. Typing now, I can't read my shorthand but apparently "gb" happened. Found a vintage tray from the 60s that said, "Coke is the most refreshing" but it was $40. Saw a 3D movie theater and realized we weren't nearly stoned enough to watch a movie. Crossed the street and headed to the closest place to smoke which we realized after the fact, was a hotel named "Smokeyland". Tore through a bowl on a ramp near a storage door, but got freaked out when we heard people talking and left. Only 5s on a 1-10 but decided it was good enough and went to the theater where we could watch 2 movies for $10. Took 10 minutes to pick out a motion ride, but only 10 seconds to pick a 3D movie. Went on the rollercoaster motion ride first, where there were no seat belts. Looked over the first fall and jumped to a 9. Practically started to cry and laugh at the same time. Jon was screaming because he could have sworn he was holding on for dear life as the car turned on its side in the air and we all crashed on top of him, knocking him into the door. Got off the ride and wondered if we were too stoned to notice if their were seatbelts. Went into the "Alice in Wonderland" movie that they advertised as a picture of brightly colored friendly mushrooms and lovable bears. Sat down and archways started exploding and collapsing. Attacked by bees which might have been friendly minus the weed. Fell down a rabbit hole and navigated through a dungeon where nails were flying out of the walls shooting us. Navigated as slowly as possible across a room where axes were hanging from the ceiling moving in a pendulum motion. Liz kept jumping in her chair...we were way too stoned for axes. Finally got out of the dungeon and were shrunk by a giant thing that kept trying to step on us. Made it to the mushroom land they advertised, which actually creeped me out worse than the dungeon. Ended abruptly and there were no lights. Tripped over chairs trying to get out. Found a guy who was willing to make Liz and I hats that said "Disco Fries" in hot pink and brown. Found a photo booth that was so old-school that it started taking pictures right when you finished putting the money in. Didn't figure it out until 3 out of 4 pictures were taken. Hungry. Ate at a restaurant so bad, I nearly hurled in their bathroom. Started driving in the wrong direction accidentally and ended up in North Carolina 2 hours later. Snowing horribly. Made it back to school. Felt sick but decided to have a party anyway. Got some alcohol. Whitney. Megan. Kurtis. Jon. Liz. Me. Shelly. Steph. Stephanie. Bobby. Stephen. Did some blow using the shadiest methods ever. Rules of Attraction. People wandering, drinking, smoking, leaving. So tired. 1:30 am. Stephen texts and wants a g. Hell, we've got 3. Go to his apartment and blow rails that measure from the base of my palm to the tip of my middle finger. Decide to leave at 6, but Stephen has pot. Smoke to come down, but I freak out. I think I hit it the most. Get back on campus and can't even function. Get in my room and start to pass out. Sit down. Blankets. Water. I don't know. Tingling at the base of my skull. Want to be self-reliant, but have no energy. So cold. Go to the bathroom in the shower steam. Want to take a shower. Get in, sit down, zone out. My thighs are covered in blue patterns of bruises and my fingers and toes are turning purple as the blood can't circulate back through my limbs. Don't want to pass out and drown, so I stand up and wash. Get out and get dressed. Get in bed to calm down and sleep, but I can't. Start twitching and shaking. Twitching and shaking. Jon feels my pulse. Apparently I'm running while laying down. Thoughts keep flying by and I can't hold onto them, like water. Sometimes thoughts will stop and I'll just stare at the bed. I'm so cold. Jon says my palms are warm but my fingers are cold, even though they're under a flannel blanket. Tries to put socks on me, but I can't help him. I have no energy and can't even reach out for the glass of water that will probably save me from being completely dehydrated. Pass out without dreams and don't wake up until 3:30 pm. Go to a Thai place and eat so much we become complacent. Get back to the room and pass out. Wake up at 7:30 and wonder if it's tomorrow. Jon leaves. Pass out again and wake up 12 hours later. Class at 9. Hungry. Drained.