Cape Side Woes

The Italian and I took an impromptu trip for what we call "luxury camping." We camp in a tent outside his families cape house where we have wifi and access to the pool and bathhouse and usually hit up a restaurant for dinner and have lunch on the beach from the seasonal seafood shacks. During the morning rush and rush-of-mood-swings, I was packing up my purse (weed, camera, bowl, lighter, snacks, etc) and realized all that shit wasn't going to fit in it. So, in comes my huge ass suede reptile print hobo. And you know what I forgot to take out of the other purse? My fuckin' weed. I always put it in the inside zipper pocket and clearly, my x-ray vision is out of commission. Like last week, we went to the beach and I took my little pipe from Costa Rica (pictured) and I had a wonderful time. I love the lid on it!!

Imagine my freak out when, after setting up the tent, I'm ready for a bowl and I don't have it. Since my anxiety has been through the roof lately, it wasn't a pleasant scene. My boyfriend, being the wonderful man he is, offered to drive me back to Boston from the Cape (and back to the Cape again, if I so desired). Of course, it's super sweet, but also kind of ridiculous. So, I sucked it up and am doing the drug-free thing for 24 hours.

After sleeping on the ground though, I'm in desperate need of a bowl, my bed, and tonight's yoga class. As of now, we're both in the tent, rocking the Notorious B.I.G. Pandora station, pecking away at our laptops, me blogging and him reading the news (probably, mostly, soccer news). We woke up at 6 o'clock in the morning to the sound of crows well, crowing and the noises of other fauna on Cape Cod. It was also pretty sweet when last night at about 3:30 in the morning when the sprinklers went off and were pounding our tent. Not.

It's kind of a tradition for me to smoke where ever we go (oh, you're surprised?). I usually toke on the car on the drive, windows cracked just enough for the smoke to escape but not enough to make lighting a bowl impossible. I know, I know, "why don't you spark up a joint?" Well, I'm just really not a fan of joints. I feel like so much weed is wasted! Especially when it's windy and then that shit just burns freely when you're not puffing on it. Last year for our anniversary we took a trip to Vermont and rented a hotel room. And damn straight I smoked in that hotel room! When I go back home, I smoke that dirty Mexican schwag all day everyday. That is, until it makes me pass out for my afternoon nap, usually around 4 o'clock. The only place I don't get to smoke when I visit is NYC. None of my friends who live there smoke so I don't know where to pick up, and I'm not really down with taking an eighth with me on the Bolt/Megabus.

I'm guessing most of you take a break when you're on vacation or weekend trips. but shit, I just don't want to.
Stay Stoned ♥

Everyone has their vices, right?

Mine are pretty severe. My number one vice is obviously marijuana. I'm spending up to $120 a week buying my green, or as was the case this week, purple. Delicious! My second vice is shopping. Oh my god, I love shopping. Currently I'm lusting over this NARS set, and am obsessed with these shorts I just bought. But today, I had to get a grip, I gave my Discover card to the Italian and had him hide it in my room. So it's cut down on the smokes or not pay the bill. Obviously, I gotta cut down. How is this going to play out?

I'm already to the point where I spend less than $15 a week on eating out and little extras but I hate being so cheap, especially with my boyfriend! Plus, I love ordering food and getting smoothies between class. And I'd like to spoil my man once and a while with a nice dinner. And I'm on the verge of being an adult and graduating and I cannot be one of those stoners who just bums around after graduation. I must get a job and be an adult. Some serious cutting down is going to be required. I'm already lazing out on my homework. I fell asleep despite saying I would complete/start two assignments and now I'm tired and time is dwindling between those due dates.

Senior year is different; but I definitely have senioritis and need to find a way to curb that bad habit too. Especially without fueling myself with rewards like expensive makeup and froyo... Wish me luck.

In case you were wondering, I'm still crazy.

Back in October of 2009 (which was really just 4 posts ago because of my lazy ass) I mentioned I was getting prescribed. Well, Monday was one of those days where the adverse effects sneak up on me-- paxiflu. Most people who take or have taken Paxil experience some sort of side effect, most notoriously, withdrawal.

For the record, other than not being generally hungry, I have never experienced withdrawal from marijuana. Just my prescriptions. Anyway, I ran out of refills and had to have it called in so I missed a day... maybe two (my memory is shit, I may have forgotten to take it the day before). It starts with me acting like a bitch. Then I get night sweats and chills then nausea, vomiting if I try to take my meds, dizziness/lightheadedness, general shit. Legit, one of the worst things I experience and all I can do is try to sleep it off and keep down a bland meal so I can attempt to reintroduce a low-dose. And smoking doesn't always help; it'll calm the nausea but make the dizziness worse, helps me sleep but make me hungry for foods I can't be eating.

My poor boyfriend hates to see me sick, he's such a sport. He sat for hours in the dark so I could sleep and made me rice. I'm on the up now, having a morning bowl, watching Parenthood. Ultimately, the meds work. Since October 2009 a lot of things have happened-- not all good, some extremely dramatic and problematic, and super emotional. But I think I'm okay now. I'm not weepy or overly emotional, I don't have the severe mood swings, and I typically feel pretty good about myself and my job and my situation. It really has taken all this time to get the meds right, and to get to this point, which was probably why blogging fell through the cracks, it's a pretty intense experience, if not just downright exhausting.

Who knew taking care of yourself and eating right was so difficult? I mean, I've been up for two hours now and the task of breakfast just seems so daunting. The munchies will get the best of me soon though.

Stay Stoned. ♥

Wow, Almost a year!

It's been too long. So many marijuana developments! I bought a vaporizer, an Herbal Aire and I pretty much love it. I noticed a dramatic change in my lungs and a lingering smokers cough was gone within a week. It's temperature is extremely accurate, it doesn't need much upkeep, just replacing the tubing here and there and wiping resin from the mouthpiece and crucible. I use it so often! And it's small so I can take it to friends house's and it really has no smell. Perfect for smoking indoors!

I also went from smoking an eighth a week to a quarter. What happened there? I'll admit though, it's slowing me down a little in class, I can't smoke on my break. I've got to stop it! Just before bed, and maybe at breakfast, haha. It helps me eat breakfast which I think eventually helps me focus better during the day.

Not much else, having my quarter-life-crisis with my impending graduation only months away. People keep asking me what I'm going to do and it's overwhelming. So, I'm still crazy but coping. It helps that the boyfriend is here for a bit to get me going. It's been fun to have him around, and while I haven't been making a bunch of money because of cuts at my new job selling old lady clothes, it's okay, because A) I make more money and B) I get to hang out with said boyfriend.

I'm not sure what else to say, I smoked some kush (initials RP I think? My friend couldn't remember the name but it was written on the bag) and it smelled a little like the combo of a sushi plate with wasabi and soy sauce. But it was amazing. And it made the Potato Bacon Cheddar Spring Rolls and Boston Beer Works freaking phenomenal. Will definitely be going back for more.

That's it.

I'm out of pot. And I have no money (Well, I have some money, but I need to pay my bills). I knew this time was going to come.

I smoked the last of my stash last night with the Italian and ordered the most amazing/disgusting hawaiian pizza from Domino's. They have this ingenious little tracker that tells you exactly where your pizza is and who the fuck is handling it.



The Italian was amazed by this little piece of American ingenuity. Or maybe he was just high. Either way, we watched that tacker like a hawk and when it arrived we demolished that shit in like 10 minutes flat. Not bad, eh?

For this, I think Domino's deserves a Toker's Choice Award despite the fact that their pizza isn't really that good, but when you're high, who cares right?