Monday, January 30, 2012

Senior Year

I have a dream for senior year. Sarah moves up here and lives in the house that Heather, Jeff and Courtney and I will probably rent. Her and I get a room together, full of black light posters and a bean bag, with a window so if we want to smoke, we can.

I get up and go to school and she gets up and goes to work and we come home to each other and cook and I do homework and she practices guitar.

We'll make love almost every day.

And it will be perfect because I will be with her.

Monday, January 23, 2012

V-Day

Generally, I hateValentines day. It's always just been a reminder of how alone I am.

This year, though, I have a reason to celebrate. And that reason is named Sarah Rose. :)

She's perfect, you know. Like honestly perfect. I dunno what I'd do without her. I'm excited for Valentine's Day this year, because even if we won't be physically together, I know in my heart that she's the one. My one. :)

I love you, Sarah Rose :)

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Getting Baked

When people think of stoners, I think they generally think of losers who live in their parents' basements and have no job, no life and no prospects. This, however, is false. In fact, there are tons of misconceptions about weed, which sort of sucks.

One of the biggest, most unfortunate, untruths spread about cannabis is that it is a gateway drug. Statistics prove that the real gateway drug is alcohol, which is legal. In fact, marijuana prohibition is what exposes users to the black market.

Synthetic marijuana is one of those unfortunate alternatives to the herb. It's awful that synthetic weed is legal but the real stuff isn't, because the fake stuff is way worse for you and can kill you.

I smoke a little weed now and then. In fact, I'd smoke more if I had some in my room, but I haven't yet been able to buy any. In addition to smoking, I also go to school, work 3 jobs (and will also be donating plasma soon), get decent grades, talk to my mom every day, keep up friendships and have good relationships with my professors. I also have a girlfriend who is perfect.

A lot of people are that way. It's easy to be a stoner and successful. Look at Barbra Streisand, James Franco, the Beatles and so on.

It's so stupid when people argue that marijuana is illegal because it gets abused so often. So does alcohol. Anything can be abused, and just about anything can be addictive. Caffeine, alcohol, tobacco, high fructose corn syrup and sex are all things proven to be addictive just still legal.

The arguments against pot are dumb. And I wish I had the time to debunk all of them. Maybe I will, some day.

But before you make judgments on a person who smokes pot, maybe do a little research. You'll find that the herb is much safer than a lot of legal things out there.

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Deviance is Relative

I've always been considered a deviant. As a kid, I love Tonka trucks, Lisa Frank, Star Wars and Harry Potter. I didn't fit any particular stereotype, and I was cool with that. As I've grown up, it's stayed the same. I'm a homosexual, I'm super liberal, I love to get trashed but I also love to discuss politics, gender, sexuality, religion, values and so much more.

It's funny though. In some settings, I'm a deviant and in some, I conform to the rules, because deviance is relative. While getting stoned is a deviant thing in society, it's certainly not out of the norm for people who smoke, if that makes any sense.

Discussing religion and values maybe is deviant for my age group, but it follows the norms of people at my school.

Remember back in the day when alcohol was illegal in the U.S.? Suddenly, it was considered deviant to take part in something that was so essential to American life. Something that was a norm was suddenly deviant.

But did that stop people from drinking? Fuck no. Speak Easy's were common and there was a huge black market for booze.

That reminds me of marijuana today. It may be against the law, but not for long, I'd wager. It's deviant now, but it won't always be.

The war on weed is definitely the Prohibition of the new millennium.

Monday, January 9, 2012

You're Ready, Right?

Ever since I've gotten back from Wisconsin (about 12 hours ago) every one has said basically the same thing to me. Variations of "I bet you were ready to get home" or "2 weeks got pretty long, didn't it?"

No. It really didn't. Why does everyone think I was itching to get back? Like it was fun to say goodbye to Sarah? It certainly wasn't. I miss her. I love her. She's... I don't even know how to explain how I feel about her. Comfortable, safe, pretty, excited, loved.

The only thing I can think about that I'm excited for is having more bed space to my self. One of us needs to get a bigger bed, seriously. But even with that extra space, I'm still going to have trouble sleeping. I was used to that safe feeling she gave me. I'd wake up and she'd be there, keeping me warm and making sure no monsters got me.

So no. I really wasn't ready to come back.