Mexican Sweat.

Growing up in south Texas we used to play a game we called "mexican sweat." Living in Massachusetts, northerners who play it, tend to call it "chicago-ing." I will never call it anything but mexican sweat. Basically, when you play, you just hold it in until the rotation comes back to you. It's actually, a lot harder than it sounds, especially if you're in a large rotation, but it can get you reallllly high.

First person to let it go and start coughing is deemed the pansy and made fun of. It's actually pretty fun. I used to love playing with my friends in the pool in my backyard in the middle of summer. I actually, kind of miss that, and miss Corpus right now. I'm sure that will change once I get there, but hopefully I can get and ounce and not really have to think about being there. My home town makes me really sad, it's just full of really weird cycles, it was so systematic and stagnant. And mostly I couldn't stand driving over that fucking bridge anymore.

When I was about 8 I think (I don't actually know how old I was because no one talks about it) my dad attempted suicide. He jumped off the Harbor Bridge in downtown Corpus Christi. Awesome. Lucky for the bastard, he's one of a handful of the large number of people who have attempted suicide on that bridge to survive. Still, as you can imagine, things were kinda rough and sad, and painful, wah wah. So I don't like Corpus. It's one big stressor in my life.

Count-down to Corpus starts now, only 19 more days. I can feel my back tensing up. But when I come back I get to start packing, and I get to start moving and my bee will move in, and it will be grand. And most importantly, school will start. So I can stop smoking all day and do something productive. I love school. I want to try to up my GPA so I can get on the Dean's List by next fall. I have a 3.4 now, I need to have a 3.7. I also want to get a boyfriend. I need to move on from old lovers.

I'm feeling vulnerable so I'm going to go, but, goodnight!

"You look like you just woke up!" -coworker

This morning after my bff/future roommate Bee called me, I strolled down to the unnamed coffee shop in which I work to get a green tea lemonade. It was after 11 a.m. on my day off, so of course I was already stoned. I pretty much threw on some clothes and sunglasses and ran out the door. I didn't even put my contacts on.

So there I am squinting in the middle of the square trying to see if cars are coming or not and I remember I need to pick up the most recent issue of my favorite weekly. I pick it up and lo and behold, their controversial glossy cover has transformed back to the not-so-forgotten matte cover. The journalist inside of me squealed with happiness and I was smiling from ear to ear, as my eyes excitedly skimmed the pages to see if the change would be permanent. It is! I did a little happy dance in my head and giggled as I crossed the street.

And that story brings me to one of my biggest loves: journalism. I can't believe what a huge journalism nerd I am, but really, you have no idea the joy I get from copy editing the Metro on the subway in the morning, or reading the local paper and knowing when there's an AP style error, or good/bad page design. I have so many dreams and goals I want to achieve. Many people think "stoners" and "potheads" are ambitionless people with no goals or plans for the future. The opposite could not be any less true when it comes to me. All through high school I was an honor student and an editor for the school yearbook and now I'm entering my sophomore year at a well-established, private communications and arts school in New England. I'm majoring in print and multimedia journalism and minoring in magazine publishing. Next semester I want to enter the consortium program at a well-known New England music school to take classes in music business and management. My dream is to be a music journalist, despite the dying industry. I'd love to move out of the country within the next 10 years, I want to travel a lot more too. I like to think I have a way with money, being that I almost always have it. I'm really good at saving and at only 18 am about to start my 401(k). Have you ever heard of a more financially responsible, pot smoking, teenager before? I didn't think so.