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word, it's been one motherfucker of a weekend.
lots of reefer, lots of family guy, good times.
diana's birthday was mad chill.
and frenchie left saturday, which i was pretty pumped about. she was very nice, but it was like bringing an 11 year old everywhere with you. i never knew what to do with her other than be like "so...um...wanna watch me and my friends get high (again)? so yeah, word.
i can not fucking WAIT till school is over AAAHHHH. and i miss bennington and hayley and everything and everyone else. and i want to live in burlington vermont when i grow up. or california. where people are much more chill, in general. everyone's so damn uptight and mean and hateful here, i can't stand it.
i just keep coming back to the grateful dead. i've branched out and started listening to lots of different kinds of music and various bands, and there's some great shit out there i wasn't aware of before, but you just can't touch the dead. you don't choose to be a deadhead, it chooses YOU. fuckin a. something about that band man, fuckin trippy ass shit. i don't think i'll ever not like the dead, or even not be as obsessed with them. i think i might get a little deaddy bear tattooed on my torso.
lots of reefer, lots of family guy, good times.
diana's birthday was mad chill.
and frenchie left saturday, which i was pretty pumped about. she was very nice, but it was like bringing an 11 year old everywhere with you. i never knew what to do with her other than be like "so...um...wanna watch me and my friends get high (again)? so yeah, word.
i can not fucking WAIT till school is over AAAHHHH. and i miss bennington and hayley and everything and everyone else. and i want to live in burlington vermont when i grow up. or california. where people are much more chill, in general. everyone's so damn uptight and mean and hateful here, i can't stand it.
i just keep coming back to the grateful dead. i've branched out and started listening to lots of different kinds of music and various bands, and there's some great shit out there i wasn't aware of before, but you just can't touch the dead. you don't choose to be a deadhead, it chooses YOU. fuckin a. something about that band man, fuckin trippy ass shit. i don't think i'll ever not like the dead, or even not be as obsessed with them. i think i might get a little deaddy bear tattooed on my torso.