Girlie things.

Every lady I know likes painting their nails, or getting a manicure here and there, It's one of my favorite things to do while I'm stoned. Currently, I'm obsessed with Essie brand nail polish since it's recently become available at CVS. Sugar Daddy is pretty much the most perfect baby pink I've ever come across, it doesn't get streaky or drastically change shades because of my heavy-handedness. I bought Merino Cool as an alternative to Mink Muffs since my bottle was drying out and it's the perfect cool gray. For those of you who don't know, my favorite color is gray. As of late though, I've been rocking Lilacism. I get so many compliments on it! Here I am sporting my Essie nail polish in Lilacism holding my bag of Juicy Fruit. Can you believe that's all I have left for the week? I guess I'm going to get some studying done!

That little bag has made me late to class twice because I've fallen asleep after smoking a bowl. It's the sleepiest weed I've come across in a while. It just got me to sleep through my 4 o'clock class. I fell asleep and forgot to post for 5 days. That's what happens with sleepy weed, but BOY is it some good sleep...

wahh.

Finally bought bud yesterday after 3 days of none. Thank god. I need to stop drinking. I got wayyyyy too fucked up on Sunday and blacked out, and broke a bunch of shit and lost my shoes, my scarf, and my wallet which was thankfully returned. I'm getting just confucked. New friends, new people, new experiences. I'm in over my head I think. Sunday was a reality check, and unfortunately I'm already showing signs of acute alcoholism so I'm freaking out. Thanks Dad. Speaking of Dad, he's dying or sick or something? How am I supposed to react to this? Smoke. Duh.

When I went to the hospital Monday morning (severe dehydration/I got scared cause everyone said it was like I was on drugs)they basically told me to smoke it up and that the worst that can happen is indegestion and the munchies. Which is what happened last night. I ate: two bowls of my roomie's delicious spaghetti alfredo with half a dozen turkey meatballs, a fruit and cheese plate from the unnamed coffee shop in which I work and some grapes and an apple and then like 4 glasses of milk and a pint of ice cream. I fell asleep on the couch with terrible indegestion/heartburn. Great.

As for everything else in life, well it doesn't stop. I'm hoping that the emotional stuff will settle down now that I have a grip on life and some bleak hope that everything will work itself out.

Coming this week if I don't kill myself: Voting and Question 2, and this terrible smokers cough. Someone buy me a bong.

Wow.

So some of my weed totally got jacked from my party Saturday night. Lame. I hope they enjoy getting high from it, hasholes.

Anyways, I went to see Miriam Perez blogger at feministing.com and radicaldoula.com. I totally want to be a doula now. A doula helps a mother through childbirth and after the birth. You kind of walk them through it, in a non-medical way. Very interesting stuff.

I told myself I wasn't going to pick up/smoke again until I finished my cog psych paper... but I just found like 2 grams in random spots of my room. I'm totally smoking it now. It's amazing. Win.

My birthday was awesome. Got really high and really drunk and had a wonderful time. And I saw Death Cab and cried my eyes out and it was perfect. My fucking wife is watching The Hills. This show is so goddamned vapid. I'm about to super glue my eyes closed. Awesome it's over. I'm watching Intervention now. This dude has cancer and is an alcoholic. So sad.

Okay, back to homework. Much love kids. Stay stoned.

Hello allll.

So I'm slightly drunk thanks to my fabulous new roommate and sitting in my Unnamed Coffee Shop where I work taking advantage of the free internet for us lowly employees. I can't type for shit right now.

Can I tell you what really grinds my gears? Fucking not having a steady dealer. My old guy 'isn't selling anymore' and between moving in and shit I can't find the time to get over to my temporary replacement dealer across town. And I realllllly want to buy from him. Not only for my sake, but for his. He's a new friends boyfriend and just lost his job. (BTW, it's fucking freezing in here and I'm shivering drinking some green tea lemonade freezing my nips off, it's kinda hot). I need someone who always has stock, knows his shit and is nice enough that he will never rip me off. But never fear! College is near again! And my old dealers and good friends are coming back into town. One of my old dealers actually smoked me out last night, which was FABULOUS. He's such a nice guy. And of course I was joint-rolling queen of the night. You'll be amazed at how many self-proclaimed "stoners" don't know how to roll a joint. Jesus.

Well, in addition to smoking I drank a whole bottle of wine and made out with a gay guy who tried to convince me he was straight. Really fucked me up, you know? But, yet another reason why I like pot better, I have no desire to make out with gay men or do anything but eat. Anyways, sorry this post sucks. I'm so out of my element here. I don't have internet in my apartment lately (we had to return the old router Friday and are getting hooked up Tuesday, so sorry for this crappy post but I want to update everyone and say that Blazing Life will be back in full swing on Tuesday with a music review and some other things I've been thinking up. Stay Stoned, y'all.

Ohhh.

Sorry about the hiatus, I've been super high lately. Texas has been a blast of schwag, emotion, blunts, joints, bongs and delicious sacks of ounce. I'm leaving Austin, Texas tomorrow and heading back to Boston. I'm really excited to go back and start redecorating my apartment and my bedroom. And to go back to school! Imagine that, a stoner who loves school! Whenever I smoke the OCD comes out in me and boy has it been put to good use lately! Some of my good friends from Texas Marquise and Yak just moved into a new apartment up here and I've been having fun getting high and helping them decorate and organize. I even folded Yak's underwear!

To help the OCD in me I recently bought the Palm Centro and switched to Sprint since it was basically free with my parents plan. Pretty sweet, huh? And it's pink. I really used to hate pink, but I'm starting to enjoy my femininity.



It's got a calendar, syncs with your computer (PC AND MAC!), has sudoku, custom ringtones, speakerphone and has this nifty application that lets you draw on pictures like in paint. The camera is pretty sweet too. I'll be posting pictures from it and my Austin trip in the coming week.

To help me out with my studies I got the new Schoolhouse application for Mac OS X. It helps you keep track of your schedule, online syllbi(is that the plural of syllabus?), notes,assignments, tests, and grades. I seriously have an addiction to planning and organizing. You can find it here: http://www.loganscollins.com/schoolhouse/ It has a few gliches in Mac OS X Leopard but if you read the site it tells you how to very easily fix it.



I can't wait to start school so I can get all the full benefits from it. I need to buy my books soon though. Ugh. The one downfall of September is the money it sucks from my savings account. We need more afforable education. But that's a rant for another day. Peace.

"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.