I’m not exactly planning on revealing my name. So I’ll call myself by my alter ego’s name: Dizzy. I’m up at 2 a.m. trying to do a project on medical marijuana. I like to smoke the shit (not medically, though) so why not do a project on one of the hottest controversies of the past century. I’m doing it for my college bio class. I’ve been “working” on this thing for the past, like, 4 hours. Yeah, not happnin. Yet. It shall get done. Oh, it shall. I’m not the type to just give up. Or concentrate. I need some more of my energy drink from in the fridge. But my dad would hear me go to it. Blahh. He’s one of the 3 people I really, actually hate and really hate being within arms length of. It’s ridiculous. The one person I live with, the one parent I have left in this world. But I cannot stand him. I really need to start this project so I’ll end with this: MARILIZE LEGALJUANA!
p.s.: my little picture/icon/thing is from one of the first times I ever hit the hash. I was high as shitt.
