Pillows, lights, and a guy named "Stiff"

So, I have awesome friends.
At the moment, I'm referring to Jinx. Me, her and Keith hang out in my house and he teaches us shit because otherwise, we can never take the SAT because I have a goldfish memory and she smokes so much pot she can't remember what happened yesterday.
So, anyway, we finish up learnin', and I mentioned that I noticed how she was in such a good mood today. (Honestly, whenever I see her, she's stoned. She's always really silly but then quickly gets really "FUCK THIS, THIS IS TOO HARD". But today, she was so happy and silly without being bitchy at all.) She mentions that her medication just got upped so it's making her really silly and jittery. And she's not even stoned at ALL. And then she mentions that she met a boy.
I had seen her on South Street the other night with who I am assuming is said boy, but I didn't say anything because I was with people and she was with people and it'd be weird.
So, I ask his name.
The conversation goes something like this:


J: "His name is Stiff"
Z: "....Stiff?"
J: "Stiff. It's his nickname."
Z: ".....Stiff as in no fun to be around or Stiff as in *jerking motion*"
J: "I really have no idea. But his real name's Jordan."
Z: "Wait, that Jordan who you got smoked with in my room's name is Stiff?"
J: "No, different Jordan"
Z: "You have too many Jordans"


So, yeah, good times had by all.

On the subject of good times, I've had this recent spurt of "I FEEL LIKE MAKING STUFF!".
So far, I've made two pillows out of old tee-shirts, a string of rope lights with this bag of fake flower petals I got for 50 cents a long time ago just because I KNEW it'd come in handy some day, I've altered my Unknown Pleasures tee-shirt in to a tank-top dress thing, drawn tons of bunny people, made a few of that old art project where you iron leaves in wax paper so they stay, and a few more things that I can't think of right now.
Either way, I'm pretty proud of myself.
I bet I could make money off of that, actually.
Because I needs a monee.

<3

P.S. HEATH LEDGER IS DEAD.