So. Here I sit. On this hard chair, in front of my shitty computer. In my dorm room, building Grey's Harbor. On the dry campus of Southwestern Oregon Community College. In Coos Bay, Oregon. In America
= Life sucks more than the suckiest suck that ever sucked.
So what do I do? I could sit around my room and wallow, or actually do the homework I should be doing.
No.
I get high.
High.
High.
...and life doesn't suck as much anymore.
So yeah, I completely forgot that I had a Blogger account. I kinda stopped doing them due to having too many stalkers. So yeah, here comes the whole "life update" thing. I quit smoking cigs, and lasted 11 hours yesterday. It was awful. I was ready to tear someones heart out with my bare hands. I'm back at college and it's going great. I live in an awesome dorm. (read:stoners r' us) I just recently auditioned for the school musical and got in. I'm going to be the baritone/bass of the ensemble. I have one solo song, one song with ensemble singing back up, and one duet. Plus all the other songs where there's a bass baritone in the ensemble. I'm pretty excited. It's going to be loads of fun. The musical is called, "Songs for a New World." It is not your typical musical though. It really has no direct plot lines or dialogue. Instead, it is more of a group of songs all brought together by a common theme. The songs are magnificent too. My New York trip is coming up fast and I am so super excited. It's going to be an amazing experience. So all in all I stay pretty busy these days with school, hanging out, smoking the herb, hitting the beach, and starting soon, rehearsals for the musical.
Have you ever just stared at a lava lamp for 20 minutes?
...that's what I just did, complete with zombie like facial expression and blood shot eyes. I swear, lava lamps are like those little bug zappers for those dancing with Mary Jane. They instantly attract your attention, and then you can't look away! Plus, you always want to reach out and touch it, but whenever you do, they burn the shit out of your hand. They're fucking hot. Here's the real problem though. You're too fucking high to remember that it's hot, so you keep touching it and burning yourself. Then the next day you're all like, "Man, wtf happened to my hands dood?"
Yeah, the subtle evils of lava lamps.
Now you know.
