Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes.

Second semester starts tomorrow. I'm a little worried because so far in my college carreer, I've had issues with my tuition payments. I received a 4,000 dollar federal grant this year for my grades last year, as well as the fact that I am majoring in a Social-Service providing field. However, my student financial services comittee is seeming to have issues with applying said grant to my balance from last semester. You'd think that a state school would be able to handle a government-provided grant pretty easily, but apparently not.

I am excited nonetheless, though. I am excited to not be stuck in my family's house anymore. I am excited for the smell of new textbooks and the clean slate of new teachers.

I am excited to start my new weed-diet. Yup, until midterms, I am choosing to only smoke on the weekends. This isn't some New-Years resolution or Lent sacrifice, this is a real deal I've made with myself just because I need to know that I can do it. For me. And I'm excited for myself.

I'm also excited to start making jewelry. I used to be really in to making earrings and such and I figured I'd take it up again since I won't be relying on sweet mj for my extracurriculars anymore. Who knows, I might even sell them on the etsy account I created a few months ago, and if not that, I wanna bring them to Summercamp Fest this May to trade for booze and drugs. Last year at Summercamp I got this pair of earrings from some roadie girl walking around selling jewelry out of her backpack. They've been my favorite pair ever since.

The final thing I am excited about is getting my tattoo. Yep, at some point between now and my birthday (le 20 Avril) I will be getting my very first ink. I know exactly what it will be and exactly where I want it, but I'll save my time describing it to you and post a picture once I have it.

So there you go, an optimistic post to cancel out the one I wrote straight out of mope-town yesterday. I hope all is well with everyone (and anyone) reading this. Wish me luck!

(and yes, I love David Bowie and don't know why I haven't quoted him before on this blog)

Don't tell me how to live my life!

Today, in a futile attempt to find her car keys, my mother found my rolling papers and spice jar of nugs in my purse. I keep my nugs in a spice jar because it cures the weed plus keeps the smell contained; however, a baggie would have probably been more stealth when my mom decided to rape and pilage the entire contents of my purse.
This, of course, started a seemingly never-ending, pointless argument consisting mainly of whether or not these sweet, stinky nugs were causing damage to my brain. To which of course we have both very strong opposing opinions on. I'm guessing you can figure out who stands for what.
I'm sorry, but last time I checked, I have an above average GPA. I have a job, and manage the majority of my finances. Not to mention my parents have made me wait to get my wisdom teeth removed FOUR fucking months after my dentist said I should have had them out. Which means I'm in pain. Alot of pain. And since weed tends to be the universal cure for all moderately painful ailments, I've been indulging more than I usually would.
I've ovbiously posted about this before, but why is it that parents are the first to point a finger at marijuana for all their children's problems? Did they forget their college years?
This frustrates me to pieces because this is one of the most horrible parent topics to argue. It always ends with both parties throwing their hands up in the air in exhaustion.
Can anyone let me know how they've broken through to their parents about letting them smoke?

Thoughts on... Legalizing it.

Yes I smoke pot. Not every single day, I'm not one of those people who gets bored without it, but I smoke it on a regular basis. Yes, I know it's not the most productive thing to do with your time. Yes, I know it's expensive. Yes I know it makes you lazy, eat too much, forget things, and giggle when nothing's funny.

But to be perfectly honest, what has weed done that's really hurt anyone?

It's a gateway drug. Stop blaming an innocent cannabis plant on you or your friend's heroin addiction.
It's addictive. Do you even know anything about addiction? The trans fats in your Mickey D's cheeseburger have more addictive properties than THC. Not to mention McDonald's actually KILLS people.

It causes memory problems, difficulty thinking, and a decline in judgement and problem-solving skills. This is a really twisted statistic. Yes, when your high you become forgetful and maybe can't do your Calc homework, but it's only while youre high. It has no permanent or even long term effects on the brain.

Legalizing it will cause an influx of users. Buying a bag is easier than buying alchohol if you're underage. Anyone who wants to smoke weed will.

Get off your fucking pedastal, people. There are way more harmful things that are truly destroying our country right now that are perfectly legal and always will be. Actual moral issues. Like, I don't know, the fact that Walmart abuses it's employees on a daily basis and is driving up our tax dollars by the billions because they refuse to give their workers any actual benefits. Or how about the fact that it's still legal for an adoption agency to turn a couple away because they are gay?

It's interesting the way we prioritize things. Oh well, agree with me or not about legalizing it, don't you think we should be putting our government's money towards things that actually matter? If it's not your thing, rock the fuck on. You're allowed to make your choice about it, shouldn't I be allowed to make mine?