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[25 Apr 2006|10:31am] |
just found a santa cruz tree leaf that has peace signs and swirls all over it. hello souvenir.
if i was crying
in the van
with my friends
it was for freedom
from myself and
from the land
i made a lot of mistakes
in my head
in my head
i could definitely go for some pita bread hummus and the most amazing trader joe's organic apple juice in the world. it has to have some kind of addictive substance in it. no jizzoke. i skipped class too. it's nice when you have people to sign you in. i wake up thinking about it. i go to sleep thinking about it. i play the above song first chance every time. maybe some afroman. maybe some eazy e. yeaaaaah colt 45
said colt forty-five and two zigzags baby thats all we need
we can go to the park, after dark
smoke that tumbleweed
and as the marijuana burn we can take our turn
singin' them dirty rap songs
stop and hit the bong like cheech and chong
and sell tapes from here to hong kong
so roll, roll, roll my joint, pick out the seeds and stems
Feeling high as hell flyin' through palmdale
skatin' on jagged rims
so roll, roll, the '83 cadilaac coupe deville
if my tapes and my cds just don't sell, I bet my caddy will
LIFE IS SO FUCKING AMAZING RIGHT NOW. NOTHING'S GONNA CHANGE MY WORLD.
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[25 Apr 2006|10:54am] |
i miss you, tan. and jade. and mexicana blanket. not so much so cal beaches. more like santa cruz beaches. hahaha make me STOP
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[25 Apr 2006|10:56pm] |
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we don't look like criminals. the entry before this is CRUCIAL. i love my boy of 2 of the best years of my life. boy, we babes. eric davis rules my life like chuck norris rules the roundhouse kick to your face. old navy's super cute. got Love, Janis and The Hurdy Gurdy Man, Donovan's autobiography, at B&N. i need to catch up on school tomorrow. finally got my wallet back. finally restocked my supply of greens after an entire 24 hours of deprivation oh no. i was ridiculous in the tustin hills today. trippin purple monkey balls on the white wids. what no school no work weekend day. but must catch up. i'm feeling creative. i want to tell how undescribable the experience was. you're all over it though and you're all "i get it"ing. i changed though. i changed major. i am now more confident more appreciative of my personality and the music i listen to and the kind of life i live. i believe people should do their research on our plant instead of judge based on stereotypical archetypes of stonerism. it's a beautiful thing to begin to appreciate life for what it's worth knowing something safe keeps you grounded most of the time and inspires you other times. i have begun to make plans for my life instead of just being an aloof pothead. i like being aloof when i can afford to be aloof. i like being productive when i get into it and know i will do well. i can do well and when i don't i hold it down and clean my shit up. i am so happy with who i am. what i know. i probably have said that before. but now more than ever. it makes me think. it makes me political. had a long conversation with my boy today about politics and i realized hey, i like politics i want to change things around here, make things good for everybody and not just the people who hope in republicans to save us. satisfaction in the direction america is going is key and i thought about it, and i decided that i want to take political science and see what i think about it. i have a lot of opinions, i took a Gallup survey yesterday about politics and i was pretty confident in what i was talking about, aware of most of the issues being proposed, i mean god damn, when i can i read the global headlines, i KNOW what's going on. i do my best to be informed and now i'm deciding to possibly be active. there's a job that has people set up stands and get people to talk to them about issues, they paid well and i'm going to find them again. i read America with eric at BN today and it was hilarious. everything's in perspective and i've never felt so calm and confident about where i'm going and what i'm becoming. i just want to BE. i don't even care to be remembered after I die except for small but influential things. i want to make life as enjoyable as possible. and you bet your ass i'm going to vote. i need to get in shape though, i've been barely going to classes. today was a legit excuse, no wallet, no gas money, couldn't make it to school and back. now i have a test tomorrow but i can study in my first class where we will watch a movie. my rasta friend liz told me about what's on it so it shouldn't be a biggie. i called allie michelle and christine today to see if they had an extra Porter Times with the weed leaf on it because I wanted to read that article more than anything and ended up forgetting about it. Michelle's going to mail me a copy so i'm stoked on that. if she even remembers, they were so high. i want to read. i will read.
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