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Today was an incredible day. I woke up very early to smoke at 4:20, and had myself a small social gathering
on my back lawn with some friends and neighbors. I have been stoned every since.
I don't write this journal for intentions of vanity, it's mostly inner thought, not my day. But I'm writing it as my day, fuck... just ticked over to 4/21... shall we get started?
I got to school, moderately baked, and saw an outragous red head, probably the most appealing one I've seen so far at this school. She smiled at me. I smiled back. Stoned and single. I love it.
That's in the "bullshit area where the children convene before class". Yeah.
I droned around, being a female-curious teenager until first period where I sat for an hour and a half, listening to Cypress Hill. Good, again. Third period, lame, lunch. Good. Fun begins.
My high still in full effect, I enjoy the passing of time by doing something I prefer doing while stoned and at school. Flirting with girls. It's natural, right? Your parents did it, their parents did it, it's always been like this.
I may have seen this girl at some point during the year, but I guess today was the day I fell in love with her. Well, not really in love... I'm infactuated, for sure. So easily influenced, it only took me all year to feel this way about someone? Well, kind of. My attraction latter has been developing all year, starting low and then progressing to a more specific attraction as time passed.
And hey, she kept looking back. It was good.
Lunch ended, I said goodbye to that girl across teh way (inside), then skipped off across the street to meet my Russian exchanged friend Viktor and hsi girlfriend from another highscool. We hotboxed his rather expensive looking BMW while driving around the the city, he dropped me off at my sister's, I smoked her out, then walked back to schoool.
Good, okay, I am stoned.
After school I went to the front to meet some people for some pot-smoking-organisation before 4:20 (30 minutes away at that point), but while sitting noticed my infacuation's posse spying on me for her. What is the significance of two of her friends jolting passed me once the hacky sack hits the ground far away from me, picking it up and saying "Here ya go!" then running into the building? I don't know. I am high.
This has been the most destructive entry to far, because I'm opening the door of vanity for all of you to see. I generally lose interest in bothering with vain, really-gorgeous girls who like me while sober. It's more of a game while stoned, with nothing to lose.
I need to sleep. Fucking school tomorrow.... oh but... cute girl. School can't be... SO bad, can it?
YES!!!!!!!!!
Happy 420 everyone. It was a good one.
on my back lawn with some friends and neighbors. I have been stoned every since.
I don't write this journal for intentions of vanity, it's mostly inner thought, not my day. But I'm writing it as my day, fuck... just ticked over to 4/21... shall we get started?
I got to school, moderately baked, and saw an outragous red head, probably the most appealing one I've seen so far at this school. She smiled at me. I smiled back. Stoned and single. I love it.
That's in the "bullshit area where the children convene before class". Yeah.
I droned around, being a female-curious teenager until first period where I sat for an hour and a half, listening to Cypress Hill. Good, again. Third period, lame, lunch. Good. Fun begins.
My high still in full effect, I enjoy the passing of time by doing something I prefer doing while stoned and at school. Flirting with girls. It's natural, right? Your parents did it, their parents did it, it's always been like this.
I may have seen this girl at some point during the year, but I guess today was the day I fell in love with her. Well, not really in love... I'm infactuated, for sure. So easily influenced, it only took me all year to feel this way about someone? Well, kind of. My attraction latter has been developing all year, starting low and then progressing to a more specific attraction as time passed.
And hey, she kept looking back. It was good.
Lunch ended, I said goodbye to that girl across teh way (inside), then skipped off across the street to meet my Russian exchanged friend Viktor and hsi girlfriend from another highscool. We hotboxed his rather expensive looking BMW while driving around the the city, he dropped me off at my sister's, I smoked her out, then walked back to schoool.
Good, okay, I am stoned.
After school I went to the front to meet some people for some pot-smoking-organisation before 4:20 (30 minutes away at that point), but while sitting noticed my infacuation's posse spying on me for her. What is the significance of two of her friends jolting passed me once the hacky sack hits the ground far away from me, picking it up and saying "Here ya go!" then running into the building? I don't know. I am high.
This has been the most destructive entry to far, because I'm opening the door of vanity for all of you to see. I generally lose interest in bothering with vain, really-gorgeous girls who like me while sober. It's more of a game while stoned, with nothing to lose.
I need to sleep. Fucking school tomorrow.... oh but... cute girl. School can't be... SO bad, can it?
YES!!!!!!!!!
Happy 420 everyone. It was a good one.