muthafuckin weird-ass mood.

Pisses me off.

I don't want to be in a weird mood. I don't want to think about my grandpa.

I don't want to feel like I'm slipping back into depression without pot.

Push the due date

So. I contemplated taking a semester off today.

And running away.

That's the basic idea. I want to just move to some small town, work in a diner or a book store or something super cheesy. I want to live the life. Rent a tiny apartment for cheap. Make enough money to buy the occasional bud. That would be an ideal time to break away from thoughts of home and pressure and tension.

I'd have facebook. And my phone. I'd talk to my parents often, let them know how it's going. And then I'd have a story for when I came back home. It sounds like something I'd read about. But I want to do it.

I need to talk to my advisor, and my parents. And friends at some point. But not as early on.

I need to do this.

smells like....

Baby wipes and cinnamon buns!