you and me of the 10,000 wars
2 days gone by without putting any form of cancerous substance into my lungs!! it's strange to think that while said days are the norm for most people, for me they are über-healthy beyond all conception. although i suppose it's only really by default, since some people (salim) are too fucking lazy/useless/stupid/huge piles of shit to answer their phones. gaah. anyway, at least this brief hiatus will enable me to get high off fewer hits. i used to be such a lightweight- just two or three good hits and i'd be tweaked, now...pshh it takes a few hefty bowls for me to feel anything at all. well, during the almost 5 weeks i'll be in france, i probably won't smoke at all, and then when i get back, i've vowed to cut back. no need to quit entirely, but i'll be the first to admit i've gotten out of control recently. plus, in france i'll be drinking like it's my fucking job, so i won't have to stay sober or any such bullshit.
monday i'm going down to NYC to visit hayley!! i haven't seen her since december, so i can't fucking wait. she's so...i don't know. dynamic. opinionated. hilarious. we met at bennington, and we first became friends because we have identical boobs. because of course we never wore shirts there. or shoes. or bras. anywho, i love hayley and miss her like none other, and new york fucking city...come on. i gotta start figuring out my way around, cause i'll be there all spring semester next year!! also, she just turned 18, and since i'm almost 22 (hah), the possibilities are endless. plus, recently i've just been sitting around getting fat and being lazy, so i'm thankful to actually do something beyond the usual old shit.
and my new tattoo still hurts like a motherfucking bitch. what the hell, tattoos are NOT supposed to hurt. gaah. god dammit.
i've been living off nothing but whole wheat english muffins and hemp granola for the past week.
and the indigo girls have recently re-entered my life and make me overwhelmingly nostalgic for my crazy hippie lesbian camp i went to for the summers when i was 7-12. every time i think about it i start getting all teary. i spent 8 weeks there for 6 years, or a total of 48 weeks- that's just about a year. and nothing to this day has had a greater influence and impact on my life than Alford Lake Camp. all the fundamental life lessons i've ever learned came straight from ALC. bb&n is not an environment that challenges you to grow and solve conflicts and change as a person. ALC is. ALC is the reason i am who i am today. ALC is where i grew up. when i think of my childhood, i think of ALC. i have fuckin' roots there, man. mad fuckin' roots.
and PS-- if i like you (you know who y'all are) give me a call, because i have never been lazier, but chances are i would be more than happy to chill. and once salim gets his fucking act together, i'll have reefer.
monday i'm going down to NYC to visit hayley!! i haven't seen her since december, so i can't fucking wait. she's so...i don't know. dynamic. opinionated. hilarious. we met at bennington, and we first became friends because we have identical boobs. because of course we never wore shirts there. or shoes. or bras. anywho, i love hayley and miss her like none other, and new york fucking city...come on. i gotta start figuring out my way around, cause i'll be there all spring semester next year!! also, she just turned 18, and since i'm almost 22 (hah), the possibilities are endless. plus, recently i've just been sitting around getting fat and being lazy, so i'm thankful to actually do something beyond the usual old shit.
and my new tattoo still hurts like a motherfucking bitch. what the hell, tattoos are NOT supposed to hurt. gaah. god dammit.
i've been living off nothing but whole wheat english muffins and hemp granola for the past week.
and the indigo girls have recently re-entered my life and make me overwhelmingly nostalgic for my crazy hippie lesbian camp i went to for the summers when i was 7-12. every time i think about it i start getting all teary. i spent 8 weeks there for 6 years, or a total of 48 weeks- that's just about a year. and nothing to this day has had a greater influence and impact on my life than Alford Lake Camp. all the fundamental life lessons i've ever learned came straight from ALC. bb&n is not an environment that challenges you to grow and solve conflicts and change as a person. ALC is. ALC is the reason i am who i am today. ALC is where i grew up. when i think of my childhood, i think of ALC. i have fuckin' roots there, man. mad fuckin' roots.
and PS-- if i like you (you know who y'all are) give me a call, because i have never been lazier, but chances are i would be more than happy to chill. and once salim gets his fucking act together, i'll have reefer.