Official first. Deflowing my blog, of some sort.
It's 9pm, and here we are. fresh from the blunt cruise. which reminds me, today my doctor asked me if i still smoked cannabis. i replied with yes, that i did still smoke. she then began to ask me how often. she first asked about everyday, i said no. which is a complete lie, i smoke pot various times per day. she then asked if i smoked two days a week, i hastely said yes becuase to be frank, i didn't want to be repremanded by my london born doctor anymore. especially when i come in with a sinus problem, i don't want to hear you complain about my habits when i am in pain, nor do i want to hear anyone talk for that matter. so, kindly shut up.
but why did i lie? what do i care about the oppinion of my doctor. she doesnt wake me up in the morning or put me to bed at night. i clearly don't care, right? but insanely enough i must care, unconciously i must care about what people think of me. there is no one who can convince me that marijuana is a substance that you can be addicted to physically, only mentally. but what can't you be addicted to mentally? think about this, caffine, fattening food, sugar. all those things your body is addicted to. but yet, no one can nor wants to cut those things from their life becuase it would affect their lives as a whole.
the way that people think is disgusting to me. why should you consider what i do something that affects your life. does ME smoking pot, and not harming myself AND subsiding my nausia from my medical condition. ah i know what it must be, there must be a drug that she can get me on that will make her money. that must be it, or maybe it's a cruise this time. ya know, the pharm. industry is so gosh darn generous. i wish people would show them more love.
so here i am with a sinus infection, a concern what a doctor thinks, and short .8 grams of weed that i just smoked. tuesday, wed and thursday i have classes at university. tomorrow is spanish. my professor is just adorable. and honestly he's good at what he does. while most professors, honestly suck. im friends with one chick in my class. she's cool. we are two of the only white people in the class. and quite honestly there are more spanish people in the class than non. i don't get why one would take a course they know. that's strange to me, and a waste of money.
whatever. blah blah. time to burn some more before bed.
but why did i lie? what do i care about the oppinion of my doctor. she doesnt wake me up in the morning or put me to bed at night. i clearly don't care, right? but insanely enough i must care, unconciously i must care about what people think of me. there is no one who can convince me that marijuana is a substance that you can be addicted to physically, only mentally. but what can't you be addicted to mentally? think about this, caffine, fattening food, sugar. all those things your body is addicted to. but yet, no one can nor wants to cut those things from their life becuase it would affect their lives as a whole.
the way that people think is disgusting to me. why should you consider what i do something that affects your life. does ME smoking pot, and not harming myself AND subsiding my nausia from my medical condition. ah i know what it must be, there must be a drug that she can get me on that will make her money. that must be it, or maybe it's a cruise this time. ya know, the pharm. industry is so gosh darn generous. i wish people would show them more love.
so here i am with a sinus infection, a concern what a doctor thinks, and short .8 grams of weed that i just smoked. tuesday, wed and thursday i have classes at university. tomorrow is spanish. my professor is just adorable. and honestly he's good at what he does. while most professors, honestly suck. im friends with one chick in my class. she's cool. we are two of the only white people in the class. and quite honestly there are more spanish people in the class than non. i don't get why one would take a course they know. that's strange to me, and a waste of money.
whatever. blah blah. time to burn some more before bed.