Fuck.

I am listening to christmas music. What? I’m going to smoke a bowl.

But seriously, I can’t wait ‘till half christmas because I am going to get plastereddddd.

This is how I feel about this day.

Now if you will excuse me I need to go buy pot and make cinnamon buns.

And no, none of you can fucking join because all of you suck. End of story.

I am piss fucking stoned. And tired. And perks. I want food, tho, not sleep.

why am I on tumblr? I have 30+ pages of american history to read, that I do not want to read because I am starting to care less and less about how the British built America on the genocide of Native Americans and the enslavement of Africans. And when I say care less and less I really mean I’m starting to get horridly offended.

#justsaying

Because I am currently studying American History, I feel like I understand why gay marriage isn’t legal yet. 

I may also be assuming I understand because it’s 2 am and I’ve been high for two days straight and I’m fucking tired.

Let’s see if I can rationalize it, completely sober, tomorrow. I am excited!

I am very, very worried.

I had the best day ever. If I wasn’t so high and so tired, I would explain it. 

Basically, I went to Philly and did a bunch of stuff I’ve never done before and it was awesome. I smoked pot on a roof top, I smoked hookah, I took a taxi lol. It was like a crazy day of firsts.

Also! I met my girlfriend’s friend and it was like this really cool environment having people use my preferred pronouns and it like be super natural. And like it’s just happening more and more and like it’s not strange to me anymore. I’m not even afraid to admit that it was hard for me to get used to but now it excites me! 

I had so many feels during the last episode of Glee.

I decided to work out and watch Glee at the same time. But apparently tears and weight lifting equipment are not compatible.

#yolo.

I am so irritated right now that it is literally burning a hole in my chest.

I know that it is not possible to literally burn a hole in my chest but basically if I could burn a hole in my chest I would to displace the irritation I feel.

Spoke too soon, I have a headache.

I am what I know, not who I know.

And I’m still studying.

Tonight I am sad. I wish I were cuddling. I don’t really feel good enough lol ever have those days?

i need pot! and cigarettes! fuck this medicine! rebel!

ps. i think my hw is killing me.

must. study. 

fuck, this is going to be sooo hard, lol. I don’t want to talk about it.