I can't figure out how to follow other people's blogs.

... yeah.

Note to self

Make recipe including Portabella Mushrooms and Pork of some sort.

Name it: Portabelly Pig

Marijuana essay brainstorming (non-partisan)

This was a short brainstorming session that started with the question "What if I got caught, and went to trial, for marijuana?" Basically, the idea was to write a unbiased speech on marijuana and let the reader decide. This will by no means be a short essay. There is a lot of "evidence" on both sides of the case, and then there is actual information and facts. Things dealing with chemical compounds and extensive testing, as opposed to the kind wordings of a liberal, or the criticism of a conservative. (note to self: conservatives supporting the legalization and liberals against it.)

Now, since it will be quite some time till I write this speech (probably because I will never get around to it), I'm going to go ahead and give you a quick stream of topics I brainstormed. I suggest looking into a couple of these for yourself (I suggest number 4). Happy googling.



1: Topics... what the fuck did i mean by topics?
2. uses (don't get too far into this)
3. legal history
4. Things that have become legal since marijuana was first made illegal.
4a. Things that are legal that shouldn't be.
5. Famous/successful users
6. Users that marijuana become a problem for (a.k.a. the overpopulation of our prison systems)
7. chemical makeup of marijuana
8. effects of marijuana on the mind
9. effects of marijuana on the body
10. long term effects/short term
11. pop culture
12. economic value
13. stereotypes/truth to stereotypes (yes, those people do exist)
14.effects of marijuana on motor skills

A soft oragne light was illuminating from the halloween lifgts above his bed, as Brian (our subject) is considerably wasted. He fumbles over the keyboard he paid too much for<> ... Oh my god... I think i just apologized to my key board>

... Shit.

I wanted to acually try and set scene.... but when I realized that 'Orange' was misspelled in the first sentence... I kinda lost hope. But... I'm leaving this bedroom soon. So I should at least try again.

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Crisscorssing orange christmas lights, Brian found, creates the perfect light enviroment for the little den he's made his home. More specifically... his bed... the only useful part of his bedroom. The rest of the room fell into a constant state of redesign, and thusly, into disaster. Things are better now than they were awhile ago... but lets not get into that now. But cureently the only seating you don't have to climb to, is Brian's bed. A queen sized bed under a loft big enough to fit a king sized bed. Strands of the orange lights crisscross around the ceiling of his bed and later fall down the walls to the concealled floor. Upon the red sheets is his blankets. One: a white down blanket smooth to the touch. The second (and the best): A fuzzy blanket his mother made. But this is far from a baby blanket. On one side: Red fleece. The other: a black shag-like fabric. One tan body pillow, and one white... uh... pillow.

Okay.... thats as good as I am going to get right now.

Cya Later

I believe now more than ever that I have extremely bad luck with computers. This is the second time that my computer has crashed as a result of a virus and I am starting to hate my life... okay... my computer. I think a Mac would do me a lot better than this PC bullshit. I like how PC's are set up, but seriously? Mac Pro's have 8 processors now. I got my PC two years ago and it was top-of-the-line back then with its magnificent dual-core power.

Just got off work. New burns from what is known as a steam-wand. Scabies are running rampant through my house. Women are confusing (not the girl from the last post, I just gave up on her). I need sleep.

So the past couple nights have been a bit different (to say the least). I will forewarn you now though, I am quite drunk at this point of the night (being 6:41 by my biological clock). This house has had two parties in a row now and each night has been memorable to some extent.

Last night was Halloween. Halloween is an odd holiday for me. On one hand I want to make a costume better than everyone else's, and on the other hand I had work that night so I kinda lost my enthusiasm. But I did wear a green jumpsuit. Everything was suggested from mechanic to Luigi. I got off work at around 2AM and the party was dying after that point. But still very rowdy. My old high school friends came to visit and we got pretty wasted. I ended up sleeping in another house.

Tonight I got home around 1:30 and It was wierd. And before I can tell you just how wierd it is, you have to get some backstory on my friend Anna.

Its hard to give much description on the terms of our meeting. Previous years have all blended together for me and time is a concept that is becoming harder and harder to grasp. So I will try to make a long story short and just present what I know to be as facts. We had a fling some time ago and I got cold feet. I started pushing her to this one guy who was great for her until he lost interest.

Time passes, we go our separate ways, and all is well and good.

This summer, she and her friend Rachel come out to this thing called Neon, and invited myself and neighbor Nick to go with them. We do, we dance, we get bored, we leave. This was the first and last time I went to neon. We walk home and Rachel and NIck disapear into his apartment. This now leaves Anna and I. Up until this point, we had this silent understanding that all was forgiven for whatever has happened (confirmed later verbally). We had a connection of some sort.

One thing led to another and we end up completely wasted and having a horrible night. She went crazy, and I went deeper. Its now five or six in the morning and I just woke up on the couch in the lounge next to the sliding window. We had separated earlier because we were... crazy. Its now in the hour before sunrise and I am dead tired. All I want to do is got o bed. I push my big purple door open to find that she has trashed my room and pulled out some of her hair in the short while that I was gone. At this point though, it is very hard to care. I walked across the hysteria, pulled back the curtain that separated my bed from my room, and fell onto the bed in thee first position that fell into place.

I am now officially at the point of collapse. I can barely move and I am an emotional pile of bullshit. I see the curtain rustle as it is pulled open from the middle and there she is... crying. Anna reaches out a hand for me, and over a vast distance, my hand connects with her fingers. Without a moments hesitation she pulls back and jumps down my arm and into my chest, sobbing. "Hold me baby" is what she said, so I did.

She looked so beautiful then. The morning light illuminated her skin against her midnight-black hair. She was my baby ofr that moment, hten it all came crashing down. She leads me on for awhile and doesn't tell me about this guy she was dating. I learn to move on. I start looking elsewhere, and she dates Steven. We are on good terms.

I get home and she is outside when I get there. "Come find me later" is what she told me when I said I was getting some beers (and find her I did). I ran into her making out with one of Steven's friends just outside the bathroom (my destination). He gets frightened and runs in before I can. Leaving me with Anna...

This is the point where there is an awkward silence as we wait for whats his buckets to be sone ferking off in the bathroom? No. She grabs me by the hair and starts making out with me. This isn't any light play either, she was in it to win it. (sidenote: DAMN! this girl is smokin' hot, but absolutely mental).

I put a small stop to the situation and start laughing at the absurdity, as does she. Dude comes out of the bathroom; I leave.

Later on, I walk outside to find her sitting in his lap. She gets up from her position and begins rubbing up against me and biting my neck, IN FRONT OF THE DUDE!. Then we made-out some more.

Women are crazy, and I love it. But why am I attracted to the crazy girls? Its always some girl with some sort of mental instabilty. My night is weird, my life is weird, and most people wouldn't believe me if I told the half of it.

I really want to make some sort of long-winded post wrought with wit, dripping with satire, and at the same time very poignant and thought provoking. But I'm not even sure I can muster enough of my thought process to come up with a sentence better than that one. This is my second day off from work in a row and yet I am tired... of studying. Geology isn't really my bag on a normal basis but this professor makes rocket science look like child's play. But I have one-up on the other students. I've learned that the key to taking this man's exams is that you have to enter the room with confidence, and I have complete confidence that I am going to utterly bomb this mid-term.

On a side note from whence we shall not return: A plethora of charities have popped up around campus accosting the already-too-poor-to-pay-for-food students of which I include myself. Its usually fairly simple to avoid these charities and their peons collecting money, for usually they are sitting in one spot at a table they have confined themselves to... But not... uh, the last charity I donated to (I think it is Children's Mercy, but for all I know it could be the North Korean relief fund). What tactic that this charitable cause uses that others don't is their over-abundance of cute asian girls who don't really speak english. That and instead of residing at an easy-to-out-manuver table, they are on foot carrying tiny little clipboards approaching persons on foot. When it becomes apparent that "I'm sorry but I really don't have any money," one phrase pops up that suckers almost everyone I've seen it used on... "Change?" they ask. And there we go, now digging through our pockets filled with an assortment of lighters, pens, keys, and... change.

Don't get me wrong, I do not mind donating to a charitable cause. But when it comes down to asking for spare change when you have already been shut down? Thats called begging. I guess I wouldn't be so perturbed at this new low for charities, if she had something to put my donation in, other than her pocket. Its rather disconcerting.

Maybe I'm just being a Scrooge, but damn their tactics are great.