Stoners, rats, and sleep.

[Levi Cosby]

Heeeeey. I am extremely tired at the moment, so let's get on with this business. P.S. Sorry, it's techinically 1 AM, so I'm a day late on this blog.

 

6-29/30-2012 Order of Business

 

[] Another laptop/sucky spelling

[] Today was weird

[] Drugs are bad, but stoners are awesome

[] Pocket change

[] Traveling the word

[] Quote of the day

[] Song of the day

[] Question of the day

[] Something to think about

[] Sleep deprivation/another question/closing

[] OBEs

 

I am, yet again, on a laptop, but this is my fathers. Through a turn of events, I've ended up at my dads tonight. I'm typing this on a teeny tiny laptop with a keyboard nearly too small. In other words, my typing may be horrid.

 

I've had quitea busy day tody. I've done yardwork, explored the river, been a Mall Rat, traveled all over, gone to an Eagles cover band concert, danced in McDonalds, played with baby rats, and walked all over town.

 

I did the majority of that with a group of my friends. They'rey odd beeing the only one in a group that does not do, take, or smoke anything. Ipersonally thing drugs are idiotic etc., but the majority of people who do the general pot like substances are pretty phenominal. They're an over all group of happy, open minded, traveling, generous people. I don't understand why everyone gives them so much shit. If you don't want to do it, don't do it, but why take frustrations out on them?

 

All day I carried around a blue Coca Cola glass that I use for my pocket change. The money held within bought me lunch at Subway. I've used it for water as well. Just a few minutes ago, though, I gave it away to an associate because she seemed unhappy. Buh-bye pocket change cup, you will be missed.

 

I also spent a good portion of the day with a friend of mine named Kramer. Interestingly enough, there's a pornographicvideo game revolving arounf a male prostitute named Krame, but the resemblance stops there. Nick is a phenominal person, and we often get into very deep conversations. One of our most frequent subjects is traveling. Both of us dream of traveling the country, even the world, by fairly unorthodox means, such as hitch-hiking. To travel by foot and sometimes asking for rides would greatly open our eyes to new experiences and people. The ability to see the world, as well as actually experience it is priceless to us. We've a goal together, to take $200 in cash and just walk. We could sleep on the streets and actually meet people. Many people think we're crazy, but it's the best way to see the world as it truly is, without pretences that come from the freeway and conformative chainstores.

 

Quote of the day:

"I hate it when I eat my class." as said by E. Bertleson

 

Song of the day:

Requiem For a Drem by Clint Mantell

 

Question of the day:

Do/whould/have you ever picked up hitch hikers? If not, why? Do you believe all the saying about them all being serial killers?

 

Something to think about:

When people do drugs, sometimes they get visual affects. What if, when someone did one of those drugs, it didn't affect them, but when people looked at them, they had that affect? For example, if someone took a drug that would make everthing crazy colors, instead of seeing that, anyone who lookedat them saw only them with those crazy colors until the drugs wore off.

 

 

I would love to have said/ be saying more tonight, but I am exhausted, and need sleep. I'm going to close this out with another question. This one's a bit personal, but have you ever done drugs? If so, what kids, and how did you react? I need sleep now, goodnight.

 

OBEs to Popcicle and Russian for entertaining me, Jenananana for saving me and driving me around, Kramer for the moments and phenominal walks, and Mikey for being Awesome. Oh, let's not forget Dad and his wife Ann for letting us play with the rats.