Category: Adventures


No Sense of Direction

The third time I hung out with Jo, I picked him up and we drove over to Magnuson Park. We got there and it was already pretty dark out and no one was at the park, so we took out my rasta colored bong with ashcatcher and each hit it a few times. Then we walked around all the different fields just talking, but when we decided we should turn around and head back, we realized we had no idea where we were. We made it back so that we found a soccer field, but it was surrounded by a fence. The fence wasn’t too high, so we decided to just hop it, and after that it wasn’t long before we found the parking lot. We eventually made it back to the car, so then we drove off to Taco Bell and ordered a bunch of food. Then I dropped Jo off and went home. I think its funny how I always seem to become best friends with my drug dealers, which I must admit, has its pluses and perks.

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Blunts and Basketball

I had plans to pick Jo up from his Nephew’s house at 7 pm, so I pulled up and after a few minutes of waiting, he pops into the car with two swishers. He asks if I have smoked them before and wanted to know what kind of blunts I usually smoked and I told him I liked swishers, but I usually smoke cyclones. He had never heard of them before, so I pulled out a rolled cyclone and showed it to him. He thought it was pretty cool that they came all pre-rolled like that. Since I had chosen the spot last time we had hung out, he had to pick this time, so he showed me a small park kind of near my house that I hadn’t known about and we played a pretty intense sweaty game of one on one basketball. Before we played, we rolled the swisher in my car and smoked it as we were shooting and warming up. Haha, we definitely got some looks from passersby as a nice looking little white girl beasting on a tall gangster looking rapper. I lost, but it was pretty close and considering he had more than six inches on me, I would say not too bad. After that we were hungry so we drove on over to Dick’s drive in and got some food. Jo was nice enough to pay for it and we drove it over to Magnuson Park where we smoked the cyclone and walked along the beach to the dog park. After that, I drove him home and crashed, but it was a good night spent with a buddy.

A Day at the Movies

This past week I have seen two movies. I saw Despicable Me and Salt, both of which I would highly recommend. I of course blazed before each of them. Before I went to go see Despicable Me with my 16 year old brother, I took a few hits from the bong of the romulan weed I had picked up earlier. Even though I would love for us to smoke together, my brother is a straight ace kind of kid- a perfect mama’s boy. Nonetheless, we get along great and hang out together all the time. He knows I smoke a ton of weed and I don’t think he likes it, but doesn’t really care either way. Then we drove to the movie and made it just in time for the previews to start. We saw it during the middle of the day because we had to drop off my car for maintenance for a few hours anyways. We hadn’t had enough time to stop at Safeway to get some cheap snacks, so we had to buy food at the movie theater and I got the nachos combo. delicious. I thought the movie would be really funny, and while it did have its moments, it was much more of a heart warming movie. I absolutely loved it and would see it again for sure, because somehow they keep making animated children cuter and cuter. lol. The second movie that I saw and loved was Salt, starring Angelina Jolie. This alone is an excellent reason to see the movie and may be a very large reason for me liking it so much. Angelina Jolie is the sexiest woman, who also is an amazing actress and I could watch her for hours, as I guess I did, lol. The movie was action packed and the plot was gripping. I would also go see this one again.

Gangsta Rappa

So I’m back in Seattle, and I’m feeling a little adventurous and wanting to meet new people after breaking up with my boyfriend, so I cruise craigslist looking for people selling pot under the name of 420. I email probably like 20 people and get back a few responses. The closest one to my house was only a ten minute drive and when I checked out his facebook page, he was definitely no cop. Tatted up, rockin the fitted hat and hip hop apparel to match, I noticed that he had an album up, so I googled him and it turns out he is actually a rapper who grew up in Cali under some pretty legit producers and such. So I set up to meet him in the parking lot of a store by his house and he showed up right on time. He hopped in my car and we said our hellos. He kindly showed me the eighth he had wrapped up nicely in tin foil for me. I asked him what strain it was, and he said he didn’t know, but that he had smoked it and it was dank. I payed for my product, said thanks, and was on my way home to try out some Seattle flavored weed.

Breakup and a Win

Yesterday I blazed pretty much all day. I rolled a joint and went to the dog park, where I smoked and walked around as my dogs went ape-shit and ran around like crazy. The morning was cold and rainy, but about two o’clock, the sun came out and all the clouds cleared away. It’s supposed to be sunny and hot all weekend, so I can’t wait for Seattle to finally have some good weather. Anyways, after that, I went to my favorite local burger joint and ordered a huge burger, malted chocolate shake and fries. Then I went home, loaded up my bong and went through two huge bowls. I headed out to pick up my boyfriend and go to the Mariners game. When I picked him up, he was all quiet, and hardly said anything the entire car ride, which is really weird because he is a super talkative person. It was also really weird because he like wouldn’t let me touch him. I tried holding his hand, and putting my arm around him, but he kinda just brushed me off. So I definitely knew something was up, and kind of had been expecting him to break up with me, but it still sucked a lot when he did it. I knew he was right though, it was never going to work out with the whole long distance thing. Maybe in like 5 years or something we will run into each other and things will start up again when we live in the same place. At least the Mariners ended up winning the game, so it wasn’t a total waste of time and money. Plus I was high as fuck, so that was fun all on its own, and helped a bit with the breakup. The funny thing is, I think my ex took it a lot harder than me, because he seemed pretty torn up about it and wouldn’t even let me drive him home, preferring to take the bus.

Second semester my luck seemed to be running out because I got caught again by campus safety violating the alcohol policy. It was a Saturday night and the school was throwing a dance featuring DJs from campus and everybody was drunk or high. Earlier, I had pre-gamed in a friend’s room and then a few of us had gone out to smoke a joint together. The dance was a ton of fun, and consisted mainly of a large mass of intoxicated people just dancing and doing their thang to some crazy music. Afterwards, about 8 of us headed back to our friend’s room to wind down the night. When we got to his room, we sat around and ate chips and salsa and passed around a bottle of wine. We also got out a sick bong they had and loaded a few bowls, passing it around to those who were interested. We were all pretty far gone at this point and it was getting close to 1 AM so some of us decided to start heading back to our rooms. One guy who opened the door to leave walked right into a campus safety officer who was just about to knock on it. Apparently there had been a noise complaint and he had come to check on it. He immediately sees the bottle of wine in the middle of the floor, along with a half empty bottle of Smirnoff vodka and the bong and pill container full of weed just sitting on the table. All of us had been to faded or drunk to really put anything away, so it all ended up confiscated. I had to meet with the same guy from Res Life and this time I had to write a letter home and I got a written formal warning. That was no big deal, my parents knew I drank, so this was just like a slap on the wrist. I learned to always conceal your questionable items though.

Taking A Day Off

This whole ten weeks that I have been doing summer research, I have yet to take a day off to myself, so yesterday morning, I woke up a bit early to send my professor an email saying I wouldn’t be coming in because I was sick, and then I went back to sleep, sleeping in until 10 AM. I woke up and rolled a blunt of OGP, blasted some music and got dressed and washed up. Then I walked over to the tattoo parlor to say hi to the guys there. Everyone was super nice and I felt like a special member or part of the family. My tattoo is pretty much completely healed now, so Bamboo took some more pictures. Josh was super cool, and is fast becoming my favorite, and he showed me a beautiful back piece he was working on. After that, I walked two stores down to the smoke shop where I picked up six more blunt cones as well as a $5 metal one hitter that looks like a cigarette. Then I walked to the taco truck and ordered two carnitas, one asada, and one veggie burrito, with everything on them to go. I walked back to my room and proceeded to smoke two joints, eat all of the taco truck, watch southpark, and skype with my boyfriend. At 6 PM I went with a bunch of people staying in the dorm out to eat at an Ethiopian restaurant. It was a cool style of eating food, where you all shared, eating with your hands and dipping bread into various sauces and meats. I got back to the dorm and passed out at around 11 PM. All in all, it was a great day off.

Cross Joint

Yesterday was a long tiring day. I worked all day on my poster presentation for our research conference coming up and then after work I walked all the way to the movie theater to see if they had my cell phone, and when I got there all they had were wallets. Fuck! Looks like I have to buy a new phone. I walked back to the dorm and by the time I got there my feet were in pain, all my leg muscles were soar and I was exhausted. When I entered the room, I was immediately greeted by that long familiar stench of weed. I go sit down on my bed and my roommate says hi and then turns to me and goes, “I had a really shitty day.” so I say, “oh noooooo, I’m sorry, my day kind of sucked too.” but then she cuts in and says “so, I decided to roll one of these.” She hold up a beautifully rolled cross joint and I immediately go, “oh yessssss!” We called over our friend Matt and then all went outside to go smoke it. This was the first cross joint I had ever seen in person and smoked and it was amazing. It was completely sealed properly, so it was a bit hard getting the smoke to travel through and into your lungs, but you just had to take stronger drags. At one point, when the joint had burned to the middle, we realized it was going to fall apart, and it ended up breaking perfectly into three mini joints, one for each of us. We decided to call it the puzzle piece joint. LOL. We got extremely high from that shit, and I can’t wait until I make enough money to roll these on a weekly basis.

High Hallspreads

Every Tuesday, the RAs in the dorm I am staying in, with all the summer researchers, hold something called hall-spread, which is where everyone in the dorm is supposed to gather for an hour for announcements, food, fun, and most importantly, toilet paper. Usually it ends up being five or so people who show up to eat the food and steal the toilet paper. This week, since the snack provided was ice cream sundaes, my roommate and I decided to get blazed before hall-spread and then go early and make ourselves colossal bowls of ice cream. After we built our masterpieces, we stole eight rolls of toilet paper and dashed back up to our room, where we set up the projector and watched She’s The Man on the wall.

New Bong

I am a huge fan of craigslist and love getting great deals, so I spend some amount of time every week just browsing. This week I happened upon a great deal. For just $30 I bought this sick bong brand new from some Mexican guy in a huge pickup truck. It even came with an ash-catcher as the bowl. This thing hits like a dream and last night, I got to really put it to use with my two friends Chelsey and Manny. We went and smoked outside for a good while, going through 4 hugely packed bowls. Then we drove to Mcdonalds and ordered a ton of food. We drove back to campus and my two friends both went back to their rooms, so I went to the lounge and hung out with my friend Margaret for about an hour. After that she went to bed and it was around 1 AM, but I was really pumped from getting my tattoo, so I hit up a party that was going on in a different dorm with a bunch of spoken word artists and rappers who were there for a camp. It was really fun and I got to meet a lot of new people. Now I just need to name my bong.